She sighed and and zipped up her bag, "You know Tahn, you are a total prude!" 

She ordered a drink as I smiled at her.  I told her about my rotten day, with my rotten co-workers, and my rotten supervisor.  She sipped her martini and listened intently.  I couldn't help but notice Senor green eyes though, it seemed as though he was watching us.  I am pretty shy, and while I am pretty, I am not the looker that Katie is.  She is happy to put it all out on display, we are polar opposites.  I was sure that if I directed her attention his way, I would be going home alone...again.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I wasn't planning on sleeping with him the first night, but I certainly wanted the chance to score his number. 

Katie's phone rang and when she finished her quick conversation she leaned over kissed my forehead, as only a best friend can, and said, "I have to run, it's important.  You okay to drive?"  I nodded yes and watched as my best friend ran out the door of the bar, leaving me with her tab!  "Oh that girl, I swear," I muttered as I paid for her drinks.  I looked up and realized that the object of my desire had left.  "Great, just great," I said as I started collecting my things. 

"Is everything okay?"  The voice behind me sent chills over my body.  Deep and rich, the sonorous tones set my nerves on end.  I turned and there he was, those green eyes boring into my own baby blues. 

"I, uh, yes. Yes, thank you, everything is fine," I stammered.  I fumbled with my keys and felt unsure as to what happens next.  He took the seat next to me and moved it close.

He leaned in and plucked the cherry from my drink.  Slowly he raised it to his lips and sucked the juices off, running his tongue in circles.  Moments later he popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly savoring it's sweetness.  His lips were stained red from the grenadine.  He licked them before running a finger over my lips.

"My name is Antonio," he said, flashing me a smile. 

"Tahanee," I stammered, "it's, um, really great to meet you."

 ********

Antonio took my hand, and led me out of the bar having left money for my tab.  We made our way silently through the darkened streets, my heart was racing.  I don't even know this man, I cannot imagine where he might be taking me.  I am frightened and simultaneously aroused.  The mystery is overwhelming me, all I can think of is his mouth on mine.  I imagine I can still taste of his beer on his tongue.  I watch him now as he leads me through the streets, tall, slender, yet toned.  He smells of aftershave and cigar smoke.  His hand is firm in mine, I can feel his calloused fingertips pressing into the flesh of my hand.  He is dressed in a dapper collared shirt and tweed jacket, slacks and loafers.  His hair, dark and slightly wavy is cut short and face clean shaven. 

We turned a corner and stopped in front of a small convertible sports car.  It was sleek and dark, like Antonio.  He took my other hand in his, looked deep into my eyes and sighed.  I could stand no more, I wrenched my hands from his and pushed him against the building we were standing in front of, cool bricks steadied my hands.  I was pushed against him, two bodies melting to one.  I could feel every part of him, his legs on either side of mine, pressing together.  I could feel his hard chest against me as I breathed heavily, his hot breath on my neck as he leaned toward me.  I could feel his erection, pressing into my stomach, throbbing and hard.  His hands began to move up the back of my shirt, carressing my back and seeking for the clasp on my bra.  His mouth had found my ear, nibbling without biting, tasting.  Shivers ran down my spine as I gasped for breath.  His tongue had found the spot behind my neck, his fingers had found my nipples.  In one glorious motion, one twist and a lick and I careened over the edge of ecstasy.  I lost my balance as an orgasm rocked my unsuspecting body.  His strong hands held me upright and guided me once more toward his car. 

*********

We sped along Route 93, top down and the wind taking my breath away...or perhaps it was his hand between shifting.  We settled into a speed and his fingers moved up my legs and between them.  He slipped the loose material of my skirt up my thighs and slipped his fingers beneath my panties.  We pulled over at the lake shore about 10 miles off the main road.  Antonio led me to a patch of sweet smelling grass where I sat and trembled.  We spoke little before this point and I could see that now would be no different.  Antonio laid me back and removed my shoes.  He massaged my feet and began licking his way up my body.  He kissed the delicate flesh behind my knees and inhaled deeply as he approached the hem of my skirt.  He removed the rest of my clothing in record time and hovered above me, smiling that wicked Latin smile.  I was intoxicated by his smell, his eyes.  I reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt I watched as the muscles rippled beneath the skin as he strained to keep himself up.  I unfastened his pants and slid them down with my feet, his shoes and socks were long since removed.  He removed his boxer briefs and released his enormous erection from captivity.  It sprung to life as though it had been waiting forever for freedom. 

Antonio kissed me then, he lowered his body to mine and he kissed me deeply and sensually.  He explored every facet of my mouth and when he was satisfied with that he began kissing his way down my body.  He paused at each breast and devoured them, my nipples forming hard peaks that he rolled between his teeth and tongue.  He ran his tongue down my stomach and when he reached the bottom, inhaled deeply again.  Antonio spread my legs with his warm hands, gently stretching them to the sides.  He positioned himself between them and began to lick and suck as though he was starving and required nourishment.  His fingers were pressed into my hips and I speared my fingers into his hair.  His tongue wove a magic tapestry of lust around us and he brought me to climax twice, as I screamed his name and bucked my hips.  He finally relented and moved back to where our eyes met.  He lay down beside me and began to sing to me, a sweet Spanish melody as he drove two then three fingers into my wanting pussy.  His thumb tracing circles delicately over my sensitive clit.  He pumped his fingers in and out...in and out....in and out...faster and slower, hard and soft, making love to me through his song and rhythm.  When I could stand it no longer I reached out and took hold of his strong cock.  I ran my thumb over the head as my fingers gripped tightly to the shaft.  I could see his eyes cloud over now, the pumping rhythm in my pussy slowed as he lost focus.  I moved over him and ran my hands and nails over his body.  I gripped his penis in my right hand and with my left I cupped his balls.  I licked the head like a popcicle that was melting...licking the sides and top...rotating around catching every imaginary drip of frozen liquid.  Lust pooled in his eyes as he groaned his breathing shallow and fast.  I took his cock in my mouth and began pumping as he had with his fingers.  I moved fast then slow, varied pressure and intensity.  Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth.  "I am not ready to cum, mi amor," he whispered turning me over. 

Antonio positioned himself between my legs and looked deep into my eyes.  He used one hand to guide his dick into my waiting pussy.  Once he had slid up and down the length of my wetness he found his destination and pressed firmly into my pussy.  He filled me up and held it in place.  While he was inside me, he kissed and twisted my nipples causing me to cry out in passion.  My breathing became irregular and I moaned in pleasure.  Antonio began pumping slowly.  Antonio pushed me further than I had ever gone, we came together under the moonlight. 

I never saw Antonio again, but I think of him often as I look out into the night's sky.  I think of him often and fondly.

As Tyrone slipped on his white speedo swimtrunks he had grown in the 2 years in prison. His huge black dick was barely able to stay contained as the 20 pounds and 2" he had grown, it wrapped around his hip and the suit accentuated it's thickness, it barely covered the crack of his ass. The white suit was such a contrast to his coal black body covered with prison tats. Pulling on some sweats and tank top he walked to the car with his sister.

"Hi everybody"....Levone yelled. Walking toward Lavone was Susan James, age 16, hugging Levone. "Oh hi, I'm glad you came girlfriend"....Susan screamed..... "Susan, this is my older brother Tyrone, I'm so happy you let him come"....Levone said. Tyrone admired the young blond standing in front of him extending his hand, grunting..."Hi." Susan welcomed them and showed them around introducing them around to everybody. There were 4 guys age 16, and 6 other girls ages 16, Tyrone just grunted hi, he didn't really remember anybody's name.

But he didn't miss the ripe young white girl bodies adorned in bikini's innocently exposing there bodies as they jumped in the pool laughing and playing. Tyrone kind of stood watching drinking a coke. The boys were trying to start a conversation with the black guest but fresh out of prison he didn't have much in common with white school boys. He would just grunt a reply enjoying the pure young girls bodies.

"Okay Mom, I'm teaching Sunday School tomorrow so I'll see you after the 11:00 service".....Laura said hanging up the phone.

She stripped off her shorts and tank top, reaching in the drawer picking out a blue 1 piece suit. Laura didn't like wearing bikini's in front of people thinking it brings to much attention to herself. She admired her 36 year old body, her 32D breasts still firm after 2 daughters,with fifty cent size aureoles and eraser size nipples, turning she admired her butt still free of cellulite, as she straightened the suit it hugged her 25" waist. She noticed that her long trim legs needed a shave. Pulling her brunette hair in a pony tail. Adding some lite pink lip gloss to her full lips, at 5"11, 130 pounds, Laura thought to herself, not bad for an old gal.

Tyrone spotted Mrs. James as she walked on the patio. GODDAMN he thought to himself, who the hell is that. 

All the kids yelled hello to Mrs. James as she walked out carrying sandwiches. Levone climbing out of the pool, "Tyrone, come here"....Levone yelled. Tyrone climbed out of the pool. She shuddered as she was introduced to this young black boy, as he took the sandwich tray from her hands. "Here let me get that"....Tyrone ask. He was wet from the pool and Laurie looked down and caught her breath at the bulge in this boys suit. Tyrone chuckled to himself as he carried the tray to the table. He saw a slight blush.

Tyrone jumped back in the pool, thinking damn I'd like to fuck that white bitch, I ain't had no pussy in 2 years, I's think she liked my black dick. Let's play with her awhile, see if she's hot for it.

Walking up to her Mom was Susan, whispering...... "Tyrone just got out of prison, I don't know what for, but look at all those tattoos, and that bathing suit, gross, everybody is laughing." Laura's rational mind got angry that a boy would wear such a revealing suit in front of so many young children. Suddenly, Tyrone walked to the shallow end and Laura saw again the outline and almost the color of his huge dick, Laura had no idea men could be that large....."I know honey but lets be nice and help him have a good time"....she replied.

 

They enjoyed my tales of old towns and cities in England and Greece, small villages in Scotland and Ireland and my mom even found Morocco to be more than just a hellhole on the map; still, I don’t believe I quite persuaded them of the intoxication one experiences when one leaves a small, oppressive, ‘friendly’ town and heads out into the big wide world.

 

They also failed to understand how I could have returned to the States and heading for Chicago, enrolling in college there rather than somewhere closer to home. As far as they are concerned, we’re talking about another hellhole on the map.

 

They have been taking turns keeping their eyes on me for the past three days, after which I was finally able to make a phone call without their suspicious glances following me, as if I was just about to dash out of the house never to return.

 

I knew Janie’s mom had passed away about a year after I left, and occasional letters that I received from my friends in Europe have told me that things in everybody’s lives were changing very rapidly. A few months away from home I began feeling like I couldn’t catch up anymore, things have been different for all of us. I never called any of my friends in four years, occasionally mailing a postcard, just so that they would know I was still thinking of them. I don’t believe they knew quite how often they all crossed my mind.

 

On the third day after I returned home, I finally gathered enough courage to call Janie, somewhat surprised, but pleased that the phone number had not changed. My mom told me that after her mother’s death, Janie and her father have finally moved to a new house, which had been a plan when we were still in high school.

 

“Hey!” was all I said and Janie screamed in delight. It felt good to be remembered so well.

 

She was so happy I called. What? I was at home? Oh my god, now she was really happy! She doesn’t have time to talk; she is on her way out the door as we speak. She is sitting for an exam, a really hard one, so she shouldn’t be late. Yeah, college is a drag, but it’s not all that bad really. She should be back in the afternoon. I absolutely have to come and we’ll go out and find other girls. But she’ll be back at four and do I know where she lives now? Yeah, I should come by exactly at four and we’ll hang out. And by the way, she’s pissed at me for not keeping in touch, but she’s very happy I called!

 

The avalanche of words seized as I hung up, memories of the past slowly creeping into my head. We had some good times together. I was glad I was about to see her again.

 

I made a few more calls to my old friends, but just like Janie, most of them were at colleges or their summer jobs and I didn’t get to talk to anyone else. The time seemed to slow down that day and I found myself antsy with anticipation of meeting my best friend again.

 

She showed me around her new home, which is absolutely amazing. Her dad, an architect, has decorated the entire place himself and the effect is astonishing. Unbelievable colors on the walls, furniture of unconventional shapes and sizes, abstract paintings, bowls of fruit, flowers and plants everywhere – her home looks like something out of a magazine. I have to admit I felt a bit envious at one point. Then, I remembered which town this beautiful home is in and my envy evaporated. No matter how stunning the house, I wouldn’t want to live here again.

 

As I sat in Janie’s bedroom, watching TV while she was taking a shower I was startled by a sudden appearance of her dad in the door. I didn’t hear him enter the house; his steps drowned by the running water in the attached bathroom and the TV sounds.

 

“Hello!” I said and he smiled. Still the same Mr. Davey I remembered. No grayness to be seen in his dirty blond hair, tall and sporty, his eyes full of mischief. When we were kids, Janie’s dad was the most fun of all our parents. He was always late bringing everybody home after soccer practices, having taken us to the local ice-cream parlor. He always cheered the loudest at our games, laughed the hardest at our jokes and tales of childish escapades.   He dressed the coolest and listened to the same music as we did, never minding the loud volume, which would have made any other parent delicately point out that the neighbors will complain and would we please turn it down. Still the same, handsome Janie’s dad. I have always suspected most of her friends, including myself, have had a secret crush on him. Of course, we couldn’t discuss something like that in her presence. Danielle and I have had a few heart-to-heart talks, though.

 

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He said and walked into the bedroom. “Nikkie?”

 

“Yes,” I smiled and he approached me, offering his hand in greeting.

 

“When did you come back?” he asked and sat down on the bed next to me, very predictably smelling of the most intoxicating cologne a man could find.

 

We chatted for a while and I found myself staring into his eyes, trying to see him as Janie’s dad, a guy who used to make sure I only got chocolate ice cream, no sprinkles or nuts, exactly as I liked it.

 

“You look good, Nikkie.” He said and my thoughts of him being my friend’s dad went out the window.

 

“You do, too, Mr. Davey.” I said and returned a top to bottom stare that he had just given me, nodding my head. I couldn’t believe I just did a little flirt.

 

“Oh, please. Sean, just call me Sean.”

 

The water in the bathroom stopped running and we could hear banging of the shower door as Janie was coming out to dry herself off.

 

“I’m in here, Janie!” yelled Sean towards the bathroom. “So, come out decent.”

 

Just before Janie re-entered the room, her dad got up and walked to the desk beneath the window, leaning against it, smiling at his daughter as she came into view. He asked her about her exam and she told him that we were just about to go out and meet with other girls. He insisted that he would fix us a quick dinner first; he was starving and did not want to eat alone.

 

I felt sorry for him. Janie’s parents always seemed to get along so well, his wife’s death must have been devastating. I didn’t remember Janie mentioning him having a girlfriend, but then, we didn’t get that far yet.

 

Janie rolled her eyes and with an air of great drama agreed.

 

“And while you’re drying your hair and getting ready, Nikkie here will come with me and help me, won’t you Nik?”

 

My heart skipped a beat and I looked at Janie. “Yeah, you might as well. He’s always making me help.” Said Janie with a pretence annoyance. “You better be careful to cube and dice all vegetables the same size, or you’ll be in trouble. You know how those architects can get.” She giggled and her dad waved her finger at her.

 

When I entered the kitchen, I found myself in every woman’s heaven . Everything in it was ocean blue. The walls, cabinets and the wooden floor were all the same shade of blue. Even the refrigerator was painted blue. Pans were hanging off the huge rack above the island in the middle of the kitchen, with its sides covered in tiles of various blues.

 

“Wow!” was all I could say. “You sure know your business, Mr. Davey.”

 

“Sean, call me Sean.” He nodded towards the pantry. “Get some veggies, would you, please?”

 

As I was cutting up carrots and lettuce, I plunged into deep thought and for a moment forgot where I was. Then I looked up and found Sean staring at me intently, his hands frozen in midair as he was reaching for one of the pans.

 

We stared at each other and I could not look away. I felt heat slowly rising in my face. Did I just catch Janie’s dad checking me out? Did he catch me checking him out a little while ago when he was bending over the chair to pick up a knife that he accidentally dropped? His body was certainly worthy of a second look.

 

The sound of Janie’s footsteps brought us back from a moment that shouldn’t have happened and she joined us, happily chatting without noticing that anything out of the ordinary occurred. I stole a few glances towards Sean and more than once I found him looking back at me.

 

I was flattered, but I also felt mortified. What was I doing? I had been away for so long and the first thing I do when I come home is flirt with my friend’s father.

 

Dinner passed in relaxed conversation, with Sean asking me about Europe and Chicago and Janie about her exams. Janie filled me in on what has been happening to our friends, of course, only things that were appropriate to mention in front of her dad. I was certain the really dirty stuff will come out in the car or later on in the club that we were going hit.

 

After dinner, Sean was having a glass of wine with Janie and me dutifully sipping on soda. He half slumped in the chair as if to get more comfortable, and while stretching his legs foot touched mine. I felt like I had just been electrocuted. I jumped in my seat and quickly apologized for what was not even my fault. “Sorry, my feet are all over the place.”

 

I looked at Sean and found him staring squarely at me, almost oblivious that his daughter was sharing the table with us. The touch was obviously no accident. I turned towards Janie and with great relief realized that she had been looking around for something on the counter, unaware of yet another intimate moment between her father and I. “Don’t be a stranger, Nikkie.” Said Sean as we were leaving and I smiled shyly.

 

We spent the night in the club, drinking heavily like we weren’t allowed to do in Janie’s house, gossiping and just having good time. My thoughts, however, kept returning to Sean, to his intense stares, to his touch and I felt flabbergasted by my reaction to it all. I decided I wouldn’t go to Janie’s house again. I only had another week at home, staying away from there wouldn’t be that hard.

 

Janie worked the following afternoon, trying to save money for the holiday, which was coming up in a couple of weeks.

 

That day I went to the local library to pick up some books for my mom and on my way back had taken a detour, finding myself in front of Janie’s house, noticing that her dad’s car was in the driveway. I paused by the row of neat, low bushes, uncertain if I had enough courage walk up and ring a bell.

 

My dilemma was solved when the front door opened and Sean stood there, waving at me. He was saying something that I couldn’t understand. With the legs as heavy as led, I walked up the path towards the house.

 

“Hello, Nikkie!” he smiled. He seemed to appear more handsome every time I saw him.

 

“Hi.” Was all I could say, I was afraid my voice would tremble if I attempted to say anything more.

 

“Janie is not here.” He said and I simply nodded. The moment of awkward silence settled between us, and without another word he stepped inside the house, holding the door open for me to follow. I did.

 

We walked into the kitchen and he reached into the funky blue fridge, bringing out a bottle of white wine. “Share some?” he asked and I nodded, still unable to speak. “Grab a couple of glasses.” He pointed towards the glass cabinet next to me and walked out. I did as he said and followed quickly. I wasn’t sure where he’d go and I didn’t want to play hide and seek.

 

I found him waiting in the hall and he nodded towards the archway opening with no door, which lead to a spartanly decorated white room, almost every piece of furniture covered with drawings and blueprints, obviously his own work.

 

“My study.” he said. “I like to take a break in the afternoon and have a glass of wine or go for a walk. It clears my head enough to be able to keep going until Janie comes home.”

 

I felt sorry for him. His life obviously completely evolves around his daughter and from what she told me, she was leaving home in a year to try her own luck in the world. What will he do without her?

 

Sean removed a few huge sheets of see-through paper from the desk and motioned for me to put the glasses down, handing me a bottle. While I was pouring, ever so careful not to spill anything on the desk or any of his drawings, he also cleared the papers and books off a kidney shaped couch with no backrest.   

 

I turned around to hand him wine and found him sitting on the couch as if in a saddle, one leg on each side. He accepted the offered glass and patted the seat in front of him. “Come, join me.”

 

With wobbly knees and barely enough strength to take two steps, I did. We sat there for a few minutes in complete silence, sipping the wine and savoring its sweet taste.

 

I would not want to be as presumptuous as to claim I knew for certain what was in his mind but I could pretty much tell that his thoughts were the same as mine. He was so handsome, so kind and he showed a genuine interest in me, I wanted to do more than just sit around and drink. I believed he was struggling with the same.

 

“Why are you here?” he broke the silence, startling me. I shrugged my shoulders as if I had no answer to that, avoiding his eyes, suddenly frightened that I might have figured this whole situation completely wrong. To make a fool of oneself in front of a stranger is one thing, to do so in front of my friend’s dad, that was a whole different ballgame.

 

“You don’t know?” he asked and I finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes. He held the glass of wine between his legs, slowly tipping it from side to side, his gaze sternly holding mine.

 

I leaned towards him, offering my face, my lips almost touching his. I paused like that, my eyes half closed, still able to see that his eyes did not close. He sat motionless and I feared this was the moment of foolishness that I was freaking over before.

 

Then, I felt his breath on my lips, rapid and shallow, telling me that it was not foolishness that made him freeze, but the uncertainty. I finally pressed my lips against his and they were the softest I have ever felt. Seconds passed with us sitting on the couch, leaning towards each other, only our lips touching. Then, his hand found my face, reaching farther up to my hair, his soft kiss becoming more passionate. His lips parted, his tongue found his way between mine, brushing against my tongue and my teeth.

 

His chest raised heavily as if he had just ran a mile, making me moan and join in his labored breathing.

 

As much as I want to remember every second that I have shared with Sean, there seem to be moments, even minutes that are completely blanked out of my mind. I don’t remember having the glass of wine taken away from me. I don’t recall his fingers, or maybe my own unbuttoning my shirt, but I do remember him slowly pulling it off my shoulders and cupping my breasts through the bra, gently squeezing them.

 

I wished for something softer than the otherwise comfortable couch we were sitting on and as if reading my mind, he got up, took my hand and led me through the house, up the stairs and into his bedroom, which I later on realized was another victorious triumph of architecture. At the moment of my entrance, though, all I could think about was Sean, blind to the beauty around me.

 

He sat on the bed and pulled me to him, nestling me between his legs. My bra, jeans, panties and running shoes were off in no time; I can’t remember the sequence of it exactly.

 

Sean’s hands were running up and down all over my body. Across my belly, gently squeezing my butt cheeks, down the thighs and tickle behind the knees, up over the hips, landing on my breasts, squeezing them as gently as the butt, farther up to my neck, encircling it as if in a strangle hold, pulling me towards him, sucking his lips onto mine.

 

Sure I had my fair share of sex over the past four years since I lost my virginity, but never did I feel so uninhibited, free and unembarrassed. I stood in front of a man, stark naked, not worrying about how   I looked. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world at that moment and the worshipful looks that he was giving me were making me feel very hot.

 

I tried to slip past him and lay on the bed, but he stopped me. “Not yet.” He whispered, holding onto my hips, preventing me from moving. I could see a bulge in his pants and wished to unzip them and reach inside, but yet again, he brushed me off.

 

“Put your leg here.” He patted a spot next to where he sat on the bed and I did as he told me. I held onto his shoulders for balance, afraid that my legs would not hold me up for much longer.

 

I stood in front of him, naked and spread wide open, one leg between his legs, the other one with sole flat on the bed, his hands running up and down my thighs, making me shiver and twitch, seemingly without control. I could barely catch my breath when he pushed his face between my legs and his tongue touched my clitty. Just a soft brush first, sending a wave of pleasure from the sensitive spot throughout my body; I could feel the tingles in my arms and face, my feet and everywhere else.

 

He sucked onto my clitty, one hand reaching over my belly and pinching my nipple, the other wrapping over my butt, holding me still and at the same time supporting my weight, as I thought I was ready to fall down at any given moment.

 

He kept sucking and licking between my legs, my hands on his shoulders, playing with a string of too long blond hair, at one point pulling it too hard. He jumped and hissed. “Hey, easy now!” I giggled and he grinned back at me, returning his full attention to my clitty.

 

I have always needed a lot of attention of tongue and fingers from a man before I could cum, but with Sean, it took me bare two minutes and I grabbed onto his hair, this time without any protests, gasping for breath while I felt a wave after wave of pleasure surge through my body, Sean sucking as if his life depended on it, giving me more pleasure than I had ever had before.

 

As I came to my senses, I saw him looking into my eyes intently. He had managed to unzip his pants without me noticing and was now pulling them down awkwardly with one hand, the other one still caressing my body.

 

I have not had many orgasms this strong before, even the ones that I had evoked myself. I knew that I could have another one really soon, but I had to act fast. Taking a step back, I helped him with his pants, pulling them down together with his boxer shorts, not bothering with the t-shirt.

 

The size of his dick surprised me. It was bigger than anything I have ever seen in real life, much less felt inside me. Big and hard, he was obviously just as ready as I was.

 

“I can’t wait.” I whispered and pushed him away from me, making him lie down, his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed.   I wanted to take him into my mouth, instead I sat on top of him and carefully positioned his dick on my pussy, again noticing that his eyes have never left mine. I slid down slowly, pushing the entire length of his throbbing dick inside, taking a long breath, finally exhaling when I felt my body pressed against his pelvis.

 

I didn’t tell him what I wanted, but again it seemed as if he was reading my mind and knew exactly what I needed. He grabbed onto my shoulders and started fucking me hard, much harder than I had ever been fucked, and within a few thrusts I could feel the tingle in my pussy spreading to my belly and then throughout my body.

 

Somewhere at the back of my mind I had been aware that Janie might return home at any given moment, but I brushed those thoughts aside, surrendering my body to the pleasure completely, groaning in response to his movements and digging my nails into his forearms.

 

I cummed hard again, little spots dancing in front of my eyes, well aware that my face must have been an ugly mask of pleasure. I didn’t care what he thought. I trusted him enough to know that this would only make him feel even more aroused.

 

When I stopped shivering and his movements stopped he sat up, embracing me and flipping us both upside down so that he was on top.

 

“We fucked,” he said and I ran my hand over his handsome face. “Now, I want to make love.”

 

And that was exactly what we did. He was kissing my face, eyes, and my hair, slipping his tongue into my ear, making me shiver, inside my mouth, caressing my tongue and brushing against my teeth. His hands were running up and down my body constantly, never pausing for more than a moment, and then only to squeeze my breast, lift my butt towards him, push my legs further apart, never seizing to move his pelvis, gently pumping in and out of me, giving me a sense of belonging. He made me feel like I hve never felt before.

 

All of a sudden he pulled out of me and slid down my body, sucking onto my clitty again, his fingers deep inside my pussy, pressing against that delicate spot so many men are inclined to miss. I cummed again and all I wanted now was to do the same for him, take him in my mouth, squeeze his balls and watch him shiver in the same pleasure he had given me three times in a row.

 

He wouldn’t let me, though. He motioned to me to turn over and as I did, supporting myself on the knees, I only just noticed that the entire headboard was one huge mirror. He looked at me and smiled. “You’re so hot, Nik,” he whispered. “I knew you would be.”

 

I smiled back, my face cringing in pleasure as I felt him enter me from behind. “I’ve been thinking about this all day yesterday.” He said surprising me, even though I had suspected that was the case.

 

“I want you to cum with me, honey.” He said and I felt an instant cool off. I remembered how many times I have heard him call Janie his honey. Surely, this couldn’t be one of those projectory things; I looked at him in alarm.

 

“What?” he asked, noticing my confusion. I wanted to tell him why I freaked, but decided against it. This was too good to spoil and if I mentioned Janie, I chanced an abrupt ending. I knew he wasn’t a pervert, it was a slip of a tongue. He was just being nice.

 

“Nothing.” I said and pushed back against him. “I thought about you, too, Sean.”

 

He grabbed onto my shoulders again and the lovemaking from a minute ago was over. He fucked me hard and long, one arm on my shoulder, the other one wrapped around my hip, fingers drumming against my clitty, rubbing it, pulling onto it, making it feel like it was connected to a power surge of some sort.

 

“I want you to cum with me, Nik.” He whispered. “Tell me when…” I nodded. “I’ll wait, I want us to cum together.” he said and seeing his body blasting against mine had made me ready to cum right then.

 

I closed my eyes, concentrating on his movements, feeling each press against my clitty, trying to remember it forever. As I looked in the mirror again, I noticed that both of our faces were flushed deep red, veins standing out on our necks and foreheads. We were both ready.

 

“I’m cumming…” I whispered and he sped up, ramming against me so hard, I thought he would send me straight through the mirror. I saw him holding his breath, his face cringing, he tried to hold my gaze, but his eyes eventually closed and as I felt his dick throbbing deep inside of me, I exploded in the same pleasure that he was obviously feeling at that moment.

 

His dick was buried all the way inside of me, his torso slumped on my back, his strong arms hugging me so tight, I almost lost my breath. I could feel his hot sperm shooting in me, and his groans turned into loud gasps, making me join him and express my pleasure audibly.

 

My arms couldn’t support both of us any longer and I fell onto the bed, Sean following, still holding me tight, as if afraid I was going to run away.   As our bodies calmed and our breathing slowed down, I came to my senses, wondering what to do or say next.

 

“Oh, Nikkie,” whispered Sean, pulling me back into the sensual mood. I was grateful he did not simply jump off the bed and pull his clothes on, I would not be able to face him then.

 

“Let’s take a shower.” He offered and I wanted to accept, but now, the passion satisfied I started thinking of Janie.

 

“No, I have to go. I really do.” I said apologetically, squirming from under him.

 

“I know.” He said and smiled. He leaned over and kissed me hard, his hand finding my breast. I couldn’t go through this again, there might not have been enough time. I wanted to stay, cuddle with him in bed all evening, take a shower and make another dinner. But I knew better than that. I was certain he did, too.

 

With a heavy heart I got off the bed and dressed myself, not caring that his sperm was oozing out of me, probably creating a stain on my jeans. The shirt would cover any traces of our lovemaking.

 

I left Sean still in bed, having refused his offer to drive me home or at least walk me to the door. I ran out with a guilty feeling because of Janie, yet exhilarated over what just happened.

 

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I finished the diary entry and felt my heart beating as heavily as it did on the day when I left Sean’s house. I never saw him again, to my great disappointment, knowing it was better that way.

 

A few years later, my mom told me Sean had married someone I didn’t know. Apparently, she was a beauty and a true bitch. They didn’t last long.

 

To this day, I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I had stayed. Would we be able to overlook the fact that his daughter was my friend? Probably not. Would the small town forgive us? Definitely not. Most importantly, and I shiver to think about that question, is whether he would want to be with me again. I know I would have wanted it.

 

I suppose things turned out for the best. He is one of the very few guys that I think about sometimes, when alone in bed or bathtub, my hand reaches between my legs, I close my eyes and try to bring myself to the same level of pleasure that I felt the day when I made love to Janie’s dad.

 

I flipped through more pages, noting that the rest of the entries were much shorter than the first two I have read. I suppose they were more of a true diary scribbles, less of an attempt to mark down every single word, movement, smell and feeling.

 

I kept reading.

Val took me to the lounge room and told me to get comfortable. I asked her when she was meeting her friends and she told me tomorrow night but now she wanted to give me another lesson in love. Val flicked the TV remote and soon a porn movie was playing. It looked like it was in a swim wear shop as the girl behind the counter wore a t-shirt and a pair of bikini bottoms. Then a blonde women asked to try on an assortment of swimsuits.The sales girl showed her the dressing rooms and then went and locked the door. She told the blonde to take her time as the shop was now closed.

"So can you guess what happens next?" Val asked

"The two of them are going to do it."

"Good answer. Have you ever seen pictures of two women having sex?"

I just shook my head and continued to watch the screen. The blond had large tits and while trying on one top the sales girl has reached around and cupped the tits in each hand. The blonde closed her eyes and leant back against the brunette. Quick cut and there both naked the brunette giving the blondes nipples a good work over The blonde has her hand between her legs rubbing her pussy. The brunette has thrn dropped to her knees and now has her tongue working the clit of the blonde, she has her hands on the brunettes head pushing to the right spot. The blond puts her leg on a chair so the brunette takes advantage of the opening and slips one then a second finger into the blonde haired cunt.

I was getting turned on by the on screen activity and looking at Val, with her robe open, matching them move for move.  I decided to join in and I took my cock from my shorts and started to jerk off. The combination of moans from the TV and from Val were working me up and as it had been a few weeks since I had had sex  I stepped in front of Val and unloaded. She didn't realise what had hit her face at first but when the second splattered across her tits she grabbed my cock and stuffed it in her mouth and sucked like mad draining every last drop from my balls.

Still not satisfied Val reached into a bag beside the lounge and produced a monster dildo. Two feet long and close to three inches thick. It was pink skin tone and had a bulging head at each end. She also grabbed a tube of some cream from the bag and smeared it over one end. My eyes nearly popped from my head as Val slid the monster into her cunt. She had to twist and turn it but once the head slipped in she slowly fed it inch after inch. Val then slowly withdrew it a few inches and the pushed it in further.

With nearly half of it in her pussy Val pumped away with the plastic penis ramming it repeatedly into her hole, each thrust greeted with ever loudening screams as it appeared she was trying to thrust the entire length in her pussy. Sweat had broken out across Vals body as she continued. One hand had the dildo and the other was furiously rubbing her clit. Then her body arched as her orgasm hit. Vals body went rigid and her eyes closed. Her mouth was open but no sound issued. Just as I was about to panic she took a deep breath as a second orgasm shook her body. Collapsing on the lounge Val lay for several minutes eyes closed and breathing deep as if she had just run a marathon.

"Wow, that was intense" were her first words when she finally calmed down. "See you could be replaced, but a dildo won't buy dinner." Val laughed loudly and removed the dildo from her cunt. From where I was sitting I could see how stretched her hole was.

"How about you call for pizza I don't think my legs will take my weight for a while."

"Why did you do that?"

"Just like in that movie only a women knows what a women wants during sex and somtimes you just have to do it yourself." she grinned and flopped back on the lounge.

The pizza arrived and Val and I ate while we talked on a variety of subjects. She seemed to be trying to find out how much general knowledge and trivia I knew. In the end she explained that if  I'm to meet different people I would need to be able to carry on a conversation on just about any subject. This makes the client feel that the sex is more personal and not just business.

Finishing, we closed up and turned off the lights but surprisingly we went to the guest room and not the main bedroom.

"Richard might get suspicious if the main bed appears slept in so I'll sleep with you in the guest room."

We lay in the dark together kissing but no sex. Finally Val nodded off and as I lay spooned into her back I realised that even with all the sex over the past few months this was the first time I'd slept with a women.

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I woke up next morning to the sound of a shower running and joined Val for a quick wash and cuddle. She told me were going shopping and to save myself for later. I dressed quickly in a casual shirt, jeans and runners. Val just shook her head as I climbed into the passenger seat of her BMW.

"You need a suit and must dress business like when you meet these people." she told me.

We drove to a very trendy part of town and after a few hours shopping I had two suits, assorted shirts and three pairs of shoes. Then we had lunch at a very nice retaurant and Val pointed out various things people were doing during their meals. She emphasied how they dressed and how they ate telling me not to rush the meal and to pay attention to your partner. My head was swimming with all these new facts about having a meal and meeting people.

After lunch it was Vals turn to shop and I felt very awkward as I stood in the lingerie store while Val tried a few things on, often walking from the dressing room to the shop floor to ask my opinion on how things looked. The shop assistants could see my embarrasment and kept bringing Val more things to try. Eventually she purchased two bras and matching panties. Then it was dresses and blouses. It seemed never ending. At last we headed for home but when we were finally there the lessons continued. What tie with what colour shirt, shirts with suits, suites with shoes.

It was almost 5:00PM when I collapsed on the bed wondering if I could handle all this. Val had the shower first and was dressing while I washed up. I wore a cream suit with a deep blue shirt and gold and blue striped tie. Val looked stunning in a flowing black dress that hugged the curves but flowed around her legs as she walked. We climbed back into the BMW and headed for our dinner engagement.

The restaurant was in a fashionable hotel building. Exclusive shops and business on the first three levels, then levels 4 to 12 were 1 or 2 bedroom apartments. Level 13 was maintenance and the 10 floors above that were for hotel guests. Val had given me a run down in the car as well as more discussion on holding conversations with our dinner guests.

"Don't say something like, nice dress, unless you have reasons to back it up."

This was the type of thing that she kept prompting me to do, I could hardly wait for dinner to be over.

Val gave a name to the maitre d' and he wisked us to a table. Two women were already seated, to the left was Beverly from our estate and to the right was  a young blond women who Val introduced as Tracey. Bev and Val started talking together so I asked Tracey about herself. She was twenty five, about five foot five,  her blonde hair was pulled back from her face. She also told me she worked for a large public relations firm. She was wearing a grey pants suit and white blouse. She had opened a few buttons to reveal a nice cleavage. I gave her my story as recited by Val in the car. I was 20 !!, I managed a landscape and equipment buisness, this way I could talk about yards and mowers and sound knowledgeable.

We ordered our meals and continued the idle chit chat. Tracey was telling how it was hard to socialize with her business collegues as everyone was trying to out do each other for the best contracts and would stop at nothing to move up the corporate ladder. I felt kinda sorry for her. Val had been kicking me under the table whenever the conversation lagged so I told Tracey that my work trouble was housewives flirting with me and delaying jobs to keep me around. Val and Bev stared at me but Tracey laughed and made the comment that grass wasn't all I laid.

As soon as we had finished eating Val called for the check. When the bill arrived Val grabbed Bev by the arm and announced they were off saying they had to be seen at a few places in case Richard checked up. She also told us to order more drinks if we wanted as she would tell the waiter to add it to her account. Tracey and I sat for a while then she looked at her watch and saaid we should go. Some how I felt like I was missing the point of the evening so far.

I followed Tracey to the residential level elevators and she produced a swipe card that she passed through a reader. This opened the elevator doors for us. We went in and again she swiped the card and selected level nine. I commented about the cost of living here and she told me it was really the only thing she had spent her money on since she started work. She then asked where I lived and for a moment I paniced as I couldn't say I lived with my mom. Then I told her I lived at Summer Land estate, and she nodded as if saying nice address, and that the house was fully paid for. Her reply was about having to lay a lot of grass to afford to live there.

Again at her apartment door she swiped the card to let us in. She told me about the security and that you could leave to the ground floor without a card but if you wanted to go to another floor in the complex you had to take your card. She gave me a pointed tour of her apartment, from the main room the kitchen and dining rooms were to the right and the bedrooms and bathroom were to the left. She asked me did I want a drink and when I said just juice she pointed to the fridge and told me to get comfortable. I took off my jacket and tie as I went to the fridge and when I turned to ask if she wanted anything she was gone. I called out and her voice came from the bedroom side of the apartment.

I put some ice in a highball glass and filled it with bottled water for her. I poured myself some juice and took both glasses to her bedroom. Her jacket, blouse and pants were just inside the door as if she had undressed as she walked to the bed. The only light was from a bedside lamp so I walked to that side of the bed and sat handing her her water. She had the bed sheet pulled up to her chin but I could see the pale blue bra strap dissappearing under her blonde hair that she had pulled out. It framed her face making it look small and cute.

The light finally went on in my brain as to what was happening. I had been set up by Val to "entertain" this business women but it was too late to back out now. As I kicked off my shoes and began to unbutton my shirt Tracey lowered the sheet to reveal her breasts enclosed in her pale blue bra. The bra pushed her tits up and together making them look fuller. When I stood to remove my trousers Tracey threw back the sheet to expose the rest of her body to me. The panties and bra set were exactly the same as the two sets Val had purchased this afternoon. I asked Tracey to stand and model the lingerie for me as I sat back and removed my socks and trousers leaving me in just a pair of satin boxer shorts.

As she slowly turned showing me her lean, firm body encased in powder blue lingerie I committed the number one crime according to Val, I told Tracey the underwear looked nice. She continued to turn and said "just nice". Thinking quickly I grasped her arse and squeezed telling her how fine her butt was in these panties. I then traced the edge of the panties to the waistband telling her how these high cut briefs made her legs look longer. She turned to face me and smiled then turning off the light she lay beside me on the bed.

Tracey had her back to me and I started kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. Meanwhile I caressed her from shoulder to hip running my hand across her exposed flesh. I brought my hand up to feel her breast and my hand gently ran across her hardening nipple. As this was the same bra as Val had purchased this afternoon I knew it clipped in the front and with a flick of my wrist I had opened the bra to reveal a set of smallish tits. I continued to kiss her neck and back and by now my cock was getting fully extended. I slipped it from the front of my shorts and slid it between her legs slowly humping it against her arse.

My hand wandered low and was now massaging her pussy through the flimsy material of the panties. Her breathing skipped a beat as I slid a finger under the leg elastic and ran it along her slit. Tracey was moaning softly as I continued to dry hump her butt while fiddling with her clit. My finger now slick with her juices found her love hole and with little pressure slipped in. Her body arched as I pushed my finger into her before running it up to her clit which I rapidly flicked before returning to her cunt.

I continued this treatment for several minutes adding a second finger to the mix. Tracey was pushing her arse back to meet each thrust of my cock. My fingers continued exciting her clit and I gently pushed one greasy finger up her butt hole. Tracey nearly leaped from the bed but I gripped her tight with my other arm. Finally after nearly 15 minutes of this attention Tracey turned her face to me and asked to be fucked now.

I rolled onto my back and attempted to move my arm which had become stuck under Traceys body. She must have thought I wasn't going to do anything so she rolled on top of me kneeling over my erect cock. With one hand she gripped my cock and with the other pushed the panties to one side. She squatted two or three times till she had everything lined up and then sank my cock into her steamy pussy. I slid all the way in and Tracy yelled to wake the dead. She began to ride my cock, first up and down and, then backwards and forwards as she ground her clit against my pubic hair She leant over me and I grasped both tits in my hands bringing both nipples together before feeding them to my waiting mouth.

I sucked and bit her nipples and breasts while she continued to pound my cock. We were both bouncing the bed and at last as I struggled with the sensory overload from my cock I felt the first spurt of cum leave my cock. Tracey was yelling for more and I raised my hips to meet her downward motion our bodies slapping together with a meaty sound. I felt more spurts of cum eject from my cock as Tracey furiously rubber her clit. Then her body spasmed as her orgasm hit. She threw her head about wildly and yelled out again and again. While my cock was still hard I continued to push it into her.

At last, spent, Tracey rolled off and flopped face down on the bed. I reached for the juice and was surprised to see from the bed side clock the we had been at it for nearly an hour. I rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I could feel the heat washing away and my breathing was deep and ragged. I grabbed a towel to wipe off the sweat then when I went back to the bed I was shocked to find that Tracy was asleep. What was I to do now I thought,  should I stay or should I go. I lay beside Tracey for about ten minutes hoping she would wake. Finally I dressed, pulled the covers over her, turned off all the lights and left.

I decided to head to where Val had parked the car but as I crossed the hotel foyer I heard Val calling from a cafe near the door.

"So did everything go well" she asked.

"You could have told me it was a set up job. I thought Tracey was the friend you were meeting."

"I had to make sure you acted naturally and anyway I bet you enjoyed the sex." she laughed as she spoke.

  

    

Being playful while they readied their canoe, anticipating an exciting but relaxing day, as he walked behind her he gave her ass a playful goose. She couldn’t wait to get to their secluded beach so she could rip off her bathing suit and be free to explore all the parts of her lover’s body in the clear cool river water and then lay on the beach in the summer sun.

They motored their small canoe around the river bend to see that their beach was as they remember it and waiting for them. After docking the canoe up and setting up their spot on the river. She sat down to have an ice cold drink, as he walked over to her she notices the bulging in the netting like she was day dreaming about earlier. He caught a glimpse of her pussy when she was adjusting her suit with her two fingers that just happen to be rubbing on her clit, exposing her pink pussy. She slid the materials of his suit to see his cock growing inside the cage netting. she started petting his now very enlarged cock, to see his dick becoming enraged to get out of this cage to be free to enter her awaiting mouth. She bites at the netting and licks up the pre cum,

the powerful cock busts thru the lining of his swim shorts to find her hot lips and long tongue ready for him to thrush his pulsing cock into. She sucks it all over and then starts working into the back of her throat with long smooth strokes of her mouth. She stops and look at him she says fuck my mouth, as he begin to move his hips slowly at first, she joyfully tells him harder, fuck my mouth harder, now he starts slamming all of his 7 inches into to her throat and his balls are in her hands as she helps him reach his climax. When his balls are ready to exploded she removes he from her mouth and watches as he unload all of his man juices all over her swim suit, dripping down she gathers some and wets her nipples and licks her fingers!

 

 

 

 

 

 

  We arrived at the club a in about 15 minutes we walked in and sat down pretty close to the stage, one thing about my girlfriend she is not bi(yet) but she is very bi curious she loves to look at other girls and really loves to look at other girls boobs, my girlfriend as very nice boobs herself about a 34-D.  There was about 8-10 different strippers with about 4 of them really attractive. The strippers loved us that night because we were the only ones tipping. After a few dances me and my girlfriend sat right next to the stage and since we were the only ones tipping they gave us extra attention. They were putting there asses right in our faces and shaking there boobs in your faces which my girlfriend loved and of course so did I. It was really turning me on I could fell my cock getting harder, I had my arm around my girlfriend and she had her hand on my leg right next to my hardening cock. One stripper really caught my girlfriends eye she told me that she thought she was really hot, when that stripper was dancing my girlfriend wispered in my ear "you are so getting you dick sucked tonight". A few minutes later I got my girlfriend a lap dance from that stripper she liked, the stripper took us both into a different room I sat right next to my girlfriend as the stripper danced with her. It was so hot, she was grabbing my girlfriends tits and putting her tits in my girlfreinds face then sticking her ass in her face all the will me right beside her just watching and getting a huge hard on. When the dance was over I paid the stripper for the great dance and we left.

  We got to my truck(I have a SUV) that was parked on the street that was pretty lonely. I opened the door for her then walked around and got in the drivers seat. We immediatly started kissing, I reach over and starting touching her tits over her shirt and she reach down to grab my cock over my pants. She was jerking it over my pants for about two minutes while we were both still kissing she then undid my belt, unzipped my pants and grabbed my now very hard cock. She stroked it for a while and then stopped kissing me and leaned foward and put my cock in her mouth. She first sucked on just the head then started going up and down, it felt amazing getting a blow job right there in my truck on the street. She was sucking my cock for about 5 minutes when i looked across the street and saw a women in a window looking out toward my truck and talking on the telephone. I was not sure if she could see inside my truck because the street was very dark I told my girlfriend about the woman that might be looking at us and she stopping going down on me long enough to say "I dont care". She sucked my cock till i was on the verge of comming when she stopped and said lets go to the back seat. So we went to the back seat where I lifted up her shirt and she removed her bra to reveal her amazing size D tits, I started kissing her again while i played with her tits, I began sqeezing her nipples and she started to moan, I then removed my hand from her tit and reach down between her legs and started rubbing down there over her jeans. I then undid her jeans and reach in to touch her now very wet slit, I rubbed her clit while sucking on her tits she was now moaning more heavily. I stuck a finger in her wet hole and began finger fucking her. I was only at this for a short time when she pushed my back and told me that she wanted me to go down on her. I helped her remove her jeans and panties then she sat back, I went down to her very wet pussy and started running my tounge up and down your slit, she grabbed the top of my head and said "that feels so good". I started to suck on her clit and with my right hand inserted two fingers into her pussy and with my left hand played with her nipple. She was maoning loauder now and her body was shaking i was doing this for about ten minutes she told me she wanted me to fuck her. She sat up and reach for my cock and started jerking she then went down and starting sucking again until it was fully hard again. I then moved toward the center of the back seat and she sat on my legs with her tits right in my face. She then grabbed my cock moved faward and place the head into her pussy. She started moving up and down and i would do the same until you could hear are bodies slapping against one another. She was riding me all the time I was sucking on her tits and sqeezing her ass. I could feel myself almost at the point when she started going faster until I cummed then she collapsed foward onto me. We stated like that for a few minutes then she got off me we both got dressed and headed home.

8:30. A small, one slave-drawn cart is brought to me. The slave who is pulling it has dark hair and full lips. I walk over to her and attach some nipple clamps, then tighten them slightly. I take a custom-made butt plug from a drawer inside the cart, it has a long, black tail on the end. I lube it up and, without any warning, push it into her puckered ass-hole. From the side of the cart, I grab a whip, and step inside. "Gid-yup!", I call, and flick her with the whip.

8:45. I arrive in the dining room. It has a full view of the kitchen, so I'll be able to see the slave who is making me breakfast at work. I take a small vibrator and turn it on, then I insert it into my pony. I handcuff her hands together, and hang them on a hook above her. The slave will have to keep the vibrator in for the duration of my meal, if she doesn't, she will be punished.

8:50. I sit down at the dining room table, where my cook for today is standing by. She, unlike the others, is not fully naked. Instead, she has a barely-there apron. "Master?", she says,"What shall I serve for you today?"

"Well...how about pancakes.", I respond, then flick her on the ass with my whip.

Next to my setting is a control panel, I order a slave to be brought in, to orally serve me, specifying big breasts and a shaven pussy. I also order that she bring two things, a vibrator (extra-large), and some nipple clamps. I've decided to have a little fun with her.

9:00. My pancakes are brought to me, then the slave I ordered. She is lead in by the chain, carrying my tools. "Good morning, slut.", I say evenly,"Are you ready for some fun? You really are quite pretty."

At this, she kneels, I take her chin in my hand, and look into her eyes. I take the enormous vibrator, and turn it on to full power, inseting it into her tight pussy. I take the nipple clamps and, after making sure her nipples are hard, attach them. I make sure they're extra tight. The slave crawls under the table and begins to suck my throbbing hard-on, while I eat my pancakes.

10:00. When done with my pancakes, I pull the chain connecting the nipple clamps, and my sluts crawls out, her mouth dripping with cum, and a few gentle tears falling from her eyes. I remove my tools, and reattach her to the the ceiling network. "Good girl."

I walk over to my pony. Unfortunately for her, the vibrator has slipped out. "Next time I'll make sure to use one that straps on, but as for now, you will have to be punished. Do you understand?"

She nods. I unhook her hands, then release her from her halter. I take her leash and walk back into the dining room, where I sit down. She crawls behind me, as a proper slave should, then kneels before me. I take her up onto my knee, and begin spanking her. Thump, thump, thump, it's slow and steady, but this is just a warmup. I motion for her to get down, and she goes into a crawling position. I take out my whip. Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap. I stop, then lead her back to the cart. It's exercise time. 

10:30. I have steered her to the cages, where my slaves are kept. They are kept one to three to a cell, depending on behavior. I instruct the pony to park the cart in its spot, right outside the cages. I unhalter her, then lead her to right in front of a door. One by one, I lead the others behind her, until they form one straight line. There is no network outside, so I chain them together, nipple clips to handcuffs. I lead them all outside.

11:00. Once outside, I chain each one individually to a hook in the ground. I take the first one, and lead her to a cart, I attach her to the harness, apply the pony butt-plugh, then step inside. I whip her back, and she starts. She must go around a quarter-mile track once, quickly. Whenever she starts to falter, I will take the whip to her. When she finishes, I unharness her, and lead her to a treadmill, where I tie her up. I set the timer to one hour, and repeat the pattern. When all the girls are done with their exercise, I chain them all back together and head back inside.

12:00. I take a cart to lunch, where I am served a roast beef sandwich. I take the pony back to her cage. I step inside a different cage, the girls have all had time to shower and groom themselves, so they are no longer smelly. I have picked a cage with three girls, so I am sure to have a good time. I enter a password into a small computer screen on the wall, and, after securing the sluts, open the door again. I hook up two of the girls to a cart, and take the other one in with me. "It's your lucky day,"I say,"you get a special treat today!".

12:45. When I reach the bedroom of my choice, one with a large bed adorned with red velvet, I unharness the two ponies, and lead the other out. The ponies were allowed to trot standing up, but now I was to lead them when they crawled. I lead them inside, locked the door, and took off their leashes. I took the butt plugs out from the ponies, and the nipple clamps off all of them. I picked out one of the girls who had been serving as a pony, and motioned for her to follow me to the bed. "Lay spread eagle. Good. Now, you, slut.", I motioned to the slave who had sat in the cart with me,"What do you want to do?"

She seemed taken back, and replied,"Well, Master, I would like the brunette to eat my pussy, while the other one is licking my ass."

"Good choices. Come one you filthy sluts. Act like the whores you are and do what she said, sluts."

They went into position, and started licking her. I took out a video recorder from a cabinet, and began shooting them. I put it on a tripod, and pointed it at them, then began to whip the brunettes ass, making her lick even more feverishly. After a while of watching, I said to them,"Alright, slut. You've had your share of licking. Now let a man take you, whore."

She mearly nodded in return. The other girls moved to the sides, as I walked closer to her, then lay on top of her. I thrusted into her tight pussy. "Are you a slut?", I asked her.

"Yes....yes...I'm a slut!"

"Are you my filthy whore, who isn't worth the air she breathes?"

"Yes...yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'm your filthy whore....", she gasped," Who isn't worth the air she breathes, Master.."

I stopped, then ferociously beat her breasts, then her pussy, then her thighs, then her ass. I threw the other girls onto the bed, the began on them. After a while, I stopped, and just listened to them sob. "You, cunt. Suck me dry. And you... you lick my ass. And you. You, slut, you take a vibrator out of that cabinet, and hand it to me."

The slaves obeyed me, and the last handed me the vibrator. It was of average size, and I bayed her to lie down next to me. When she obeyed, I took the vibrator and turned it on, inserting it into her pussy. I used this to fuck her, while twisting her nipples. After a while, I fell into an exhausted sleep. I slept for a while, then awoke, much later.

4:00. I took the cart back, but this time with a different girl sitting with me. I put them back into their cage, then went to a fridge. Inside were many water bottles of cum, I took three, then went to a different cage. I found found three different sluts, then gave them the cum, which the eagerly drank up.

4:30. I watched television for a while, some slut sitting with me, getting the honor to watch with me.

6:00. Dinner. I take a cart to dinner, where I choose to have salmon and salad. I choose to have dinner and a show, and have two girls pole dance for me, then lick each others cunts.

7:00. One more girl, I fuck her slowly, savoring the moment. She cums multiple times, and after, when she's all sweaty, she blows me and licks me all over.

9:00. I read for a while, then watch late-night football. Whenever the other team does something good, I spank the slut that is with me.

10:00. Sleep, I must re-enegize for tomorrow.

She pulls me to the bedroom and pulls my shirt off. She then removes my pants while I take off her blouse to to reveal her dark C cup breast.  I then take off her pants and she pushes me down to the bed.  She then comes on the bed and she wants to give me a blow job but I push her over on her back.  "You have done enough over these last two months, to for me to pleasure you."  I get in between her legs to see a nicely shaved pussy except for a landing strip.  She also has very big pussy lips.  I start by licking then entire length of her pussy, which makes her moan out loud.  I then part her pussy lips with my fingers and stick my tongue in between them. I lick up and down between her lips and then I stick my tongue deep into her pussy.  I then make circles inside her with my tongue, I then start to dart my tongue in and out of her pussy while rubbing her clit between my fingers.

She cant take anymore so she yells at me to come up there and fuck the hell out of her.  I move up to her and I get on top of her.  I slowly stick my dick into her hot pussy.  Oh my god she is so tight, I don't even know if I will fit.  She helps my by pushing her hips down into me and the head of my dick slides into her.  Now that the head is in I push a little harder and the rest of my cock slides right into her and she moans loudly.  I start to rock my hips harder and faster moving my cock in and out faster.  She then rolls us both over so that she is on top.  When she gets on top, she takes total control and rides me like a madwoman.  My dick is slamming into her like the pistons of a car and when my balls hit her ass it sounds like a machine fun going off.  I lift my head of the bed to take one of her tits into my mouth and suck and bite it.  I can tell she likes that because of the groan she makes when I do it so I do it to the other one.  She fucks the hell out of me for about twenty minutes, when I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock. She then yells, " Oh shit I'm Cummmminggg so fucking haaaarrddd."  Which sends me into an orgasm myself.  I shoot loan after load of hot cum into her hot pussy. After our orgasm, she leans down to kiss me, our tongues playing with each other.  After the kiss she says to me, "I'm glad I found you again, I want to marry you so we never lose each other again."  She rolls off of me and puts her head on my chest and we spend the night in each others arms.

This is how I finally got the love of my life and she became my wife.  Thank god for that accident, My nurse became my lover then my wife.

Though it was not very fast, driving this little car took both hands; one to steer with the tiller and the other to operate the spring returned throttle. So, I looked at the excited kid’s sister and said, "You come too. You’ll need to hold Jr. down."

With a bright smile, she put the boy in the seat between us and climbed aboard. Melanie introduced herself, her son, Bobby, and thanked me for the ride. Though she looked to be about 14, as it turned out, Melanie was a 22-years-old mother. Her son, Bobby, was 5.

When they were safely seated, off we went. We drove around the neighborhood for twenty or thirty minutes. Bobby never stopped talking. He asked a million questions. Most of his questions were good ones. All of which, I answered as best I could to the satisfaction of a five-year-old boy. Melanie didn’t say much. She just sat there with a wide smile, staring at me, and intently listening to my every word.

If not for the fact that I was driving, I may have returned the favor and not taken my eyes off of Melanie. Even though she looked like a young girl, there was just something about her that piqued my interest.

Melanie was a petite young thing. At 22-years-old, she stood only 4’11" tall and weighed about 85 pounds. Little Mel, as I later came to call her, was as cute as they come. Her rounded, lightly freckled, face was surrounded by an abundance of well kept bright red hair. Bobby had the same hair. They also shared light green eyes. Her eyes were set over a button of a nose and full lips.

As the ride came to an end, I handed Melanie my card and asked, "May I call you some time?

Her smile quickly turned to a frown. She lowered her head, and, with a hint of sadness, said, "He’s not around much, but I’m married."

"That’s too bad." I replied. "If you need anything, or change your mind, give me a call. The number’s on the card." When I offered her my hand, she reached out and gently squeezed it. Melanie then turned and led Bobby into their house.

Bobby was a polite kid. Before going into his house, he turned at his door, waved, and yelled, "Thank you."

Several weeks passed, and I had let the memory of Melanie and her boy fade from my mind. Then, late one afternoon, out of the blue, the phone rang. It was Melanie, and she sounded upset.

With a voice just above a whisper, she asked, "Can Bobby and I meet you somewhere to talk?"

Remembering the cute girl and her little boy whom I had given a ride, I quickly agreed to meet with them. "Where would you like to meet?"

"Some place private and quite, please." With a bit of hesitation, she asked, "Can we, maybe, come to your place? Please." She softly asked.

"Well, sure, I suppose that’ll be OK. Is something wrong?" I asked.

"We just need to get out of here for a while. How do I get to your house?"

I gave her the directions to my home, and told her, "It should only take you about 20 minutes to get here."

She said, "OK" and hung up.

About 30 minutes later, Melanie and Bobby pulled into my drive. As I approached them, Melanie had her back to me. She was helping Bobby out of his car seat in the back of her car.

With a broad grin, I cheerfully said, "Hi guys. How ya doing?"

As she let Bobby climb out of the car, Melanie stood, turned, and said, "Not too well."

I was shocked! Her cute face looked terrible. She had a blackened left eye, her right cheek was bruised, her lower lip was badly swollen, and her eyes were red from crying.

"What the hell happened to you? Are you alright?"

She began crying and said, "I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be here. I hardly know you, but I had no one else I could call. My family is back east and the few friends I have here can’t help."

I put my arm around her shoulders, and told her, "Come inside, tell me what happened, and I’ll do what I can to help." I then guided her into my living room, sat her on the couch, and brought her a cup of tea. I then got her an icepack for her bruised face.

As she sipped the tea, with tears flowing down her cheeks, Melanie went into a story of abuse at the hands of her husband, Rob. Bobby sat quietly beside his mother sipping the milk I had given him.

Melanie told me, "Rob drinks too much. He used to just cuss at me, but he’d do that sober. Lately, when he’d come home drunk, he’d hit me. Until today, he just slapped my face. Then, after slapping me around, he expected me to make love to him that night. Today, when he came home, drunk as usual, he started hitting me with his fist. Bobby started crying and yelled at Rob to stop hitting me. Rob then slapped Bobby and knocked him down. That’s when I knew we had to get out. You’re the only one I know around here that Rob doesn’t know. I hid your card the day you gave it to me, and he has no idea who or where you are."

"Damn, girl! No one should take that kind of crap. You and Bobby can stay here for a while, if you like. I have an extra room you can use. Or, I can help you get a room someplace. I have a friend who owns a motel. It’s not in the best area, but it’s cheap, and it’ll be safer than your place. But first, have you two had dinner?"

"No. We left as soon as Rob fell asleep." She replied.

"Then you two relax and let me fix you something." About 20 minutes later, I served them cheeseburgers and fries.

Shortly after dinner, I turned on some TV cartoons for Bobby while Melanie and I talked about her short and long-term options. She said she knew she could never go back to Rob.

Bobby was soon fast asleep on my living room floor.

"It looks like Bobby has decided to stay here. How about you?" I asked.

"I’d like to stay here a little while, if you don’t mind." She said.

"You can stay s long as you need to." I then gathered the sheets, blankets, and pillows to make them a place to sleep in my spare bedroom. There was no bed in the room, but with several blankets and a carpeted floor under them, Bobby and Melanie soon had a fairly comfortable ‘bed’ to sleep on.

Melanie carried Bobby to their room while I moved her car to the back yard. That way, it would not be seen from the street. Melanie didn’t want Rob, or any of his friends, spotting it. After moving her car, I brought their small suitcases with me when I went inside.

Melanie and I then sat on opposite ends of the couch, sipped tea, and talked for several hours. Her tears had dried, and she was beginning to relax. However, the stress of her day had taken its toll. She was exhausted. She apologized when she started yawning. She agreed when I suggested she take a hot shower and go to bed. We’d continue our talk in the morning.

As I cleaned the kitchen, Melanie disappeared into the bathroom. A short time later, she went to her room.

When Melanie left the bathroom, I took a quick shower and went to bed as well. I didn’t sleep well. In my mind’s eye, I kept seeing the cute girl, and her son, I had given a ride to. Then that picture would be quickly replaced by one of the bruised little gal that had shown up in my drive a few hours ago.

I heard Melanie get up several times that night. I guess she couldn’t sleep very well either. The stress she was under wouldn’t let her relax.

The next day, Mel went to the police and filed an assault complaint against Rob. Then she went to the courthouse and had a temporary restraining order placed on him. When she returned from court late that afternoon, she found I had made room for her car next to mine in the garage.

I ordered a pizza and popped a cartoon movie into the VCR for Bobby. Melanie and I shared part of a bottle of wine and chatted as we ate the pizza.

Bobby must have been starving. He ate nearly half the pizza. He sure was cute with his face covered in pizza sauce. The sauce made his face a match for his red hair. Bobby giggled when I teased him about his wearing more pizza than he ate.

After Melanie gave him a bath, Bobby settled in to finish watching his movie. Like the previous night, he dozed off on the living room floor. Mel carried him to bed.

After talking for an hour, or so, Mel and I were getting tired as well. She took her shower and joined Bobby. Then I took a shower and went to bed.

Just as I was about to doze off, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. It slowly opened. I looked up to see Melanie standing in the doorway. She was using a long, white, T-shirt as a nightgown. It came down several inches past her hips, so she was well covered. Lucky for me, the hallway light behind her was silhouetting her oh so petite body through her nightshirt.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I’ve tried, but I can’t go to sleep. Would you mind holding me for just a little while?

How could I refuse such a pitiful, but enticing, young girl? Without saying a word, I flipped my bed sheet back and held out my arms to her.

Melanie softly walked across my room and climbed into bed between my arms. Facing me, she cuddled up close, and I firmly, but gently, pulled her to my chest. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled into my neck. Her left arm was draped over my chest and her right arm folded between us.

I placed my left arm under her head and neck and held her close. With my right hand, I caressed the back of her head.

"Thank you so much. I don’t know what we’d have done if you hadn’t helped." She then kissed my neck.

"Shhhhhh. It’s OK. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you. Go to sleep now." I whispered, as I softly kissed her forehead.

Melanie still didn’t go to sleep. She quietly sobbed into my shoulder and continued to kiss my neck while she let her left hand come around and begin rubbing my chest.

I continued telling her she’d be all right and stroked the back of her head. I gently kissed her bruised eye and cheek. Slowly, Mel turned her face up toward mine. Our lips met in the most tender of kisses I have ever enjoyed. As our kiss lingered, it became more and more passionate. When I probed her lips with my tongue, she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Our tongues fought a mock duel.

I moved my hand that had been stroking her head slowly down her back. I messaged her back while moving my hand lower and lower until I had a hand full of Mel’s cute little ass. Given her petite size, my hand nearly covered her entire left cheek. A firm squeeze brought a deep sigh from Melanie.

Melanie let her left hand slide from my chest, down my belly, and tentatively wrapped her fingers around my semi-erect cock.

I then moved my hand from her ass, up under her shirt, and slowly moved it toward her chest.

Suddenly, Melanie tensed, leaned her chest into me, and said, "Please don’t! Rob says I don’t have any tits."

"That’s OK, Mel. I think you’re beautiful whether you have tits or not." I told her.

"Really? You really think I’m beautiful? Even if I don’t have tits, you think I’m beautiful?" Melanie seemed surprise a man could find her attractive, let alone beautiful.

Holding her firmly to me again, I softly told her, "Mel, you have a great little body. I don’t care if you have tits or not."

"You really think I have a good body?"

"Yes! Would you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Get up, take off your shirt and panties, and let me have a look at you."

With just a brief hesitation, Mel took her hand off my cock, and slowly got out of bed.

I turned a small bedside light on. I wanted a good look at the sweet little body that had come to my bed. I could tell Mel was nervous. So, to encourage her, quietly, I told her, "It’ll be OK, Honey. Take your time. You have all nothing to be ashamed of."

Slowly, Mel pushed her white panties off her hips and let them fall to the floor. She was more embarrassed by her extremely small breasts than she was of showing her pussy. She then took the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it up her slender body. She quickly proved the hair on her head was natural. Her pubic hair was just a little darker shade of red than the hair above. As she continued to pull her top up, she revealed smoothly rounded hips and a flat belly. Again, she briefly hesitated, before pulling her top completely over her head and throwing it into the corner of the room.

Mel then looked like a little doll standing before me, completely naked, her arms hanging to her sides. Melanie was truly a beautiful girl, and she would only get better as her bruises healed.

It was also true she had very little, if any, in the way of tits. Her breasts were of the fried egg variety. They created only a slight rise above her ribs. She did have an absolutely fantastic set of nipples, though. Her areolas were over an inch and a half in diameter, and her nipples stood out from her chest like pencil erasers. They were at least a quarter inch long.

"Turn for me, Baby." I requested.

She slowly turned completely around. Her ass was small, tight, and very nicely rounded.

"Wow! Baby, you really are beautiful. I can’t wait to suck on those nipples and squeeze that ass." I told her. "Now, get back in here."

Through the pain of her swollen lip, Mel began smiling broadly as she nearly jumped back into my bed. "You really think I’m beautiful?

Yes, Baby! I sure do. Rob is a blind idiot if he can’t see how pretty you are."

Mel scooted tightly up to me and, without the least hesitation, grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it to a full erection. She carefully kissed my mouth as passionately as she could without hurting her lip.

I grabbed her ass, squeezed firmly, and pulled her to me. Using her ass as a handle, I pulled Mel up to where I could get my mouth on her left nipple. As short as she was, she couldn’t continue to reach my cock when I pulled her up. So, she used her hands to pull my mouth to her chest. She was moaning as she pulled me tightly to her nipple.

As I sucked harder and harder on her nipple, it grew even longer. In no time, it was nearly half an inch long and hard as a little rock. I rolled her onto her back and divided my attention between her nipples. They were soon both standing hard and proud.

Mel was rocking her head back and forth while she held my head to her chest. Softly she said, "Oh yes! Suck my tits. Suck ‘em hard."

I was more than happy to comply with her request.

While sucking one nipple, and pinching the other, I let my free hand slide down her flat belly to her pussy. I gave her pubic bush a few gentle strokes before letting my hand trail down between her slightly spread legs. With my finger, I gave her one slow, pussy-lip parting stroke that stopped with an ever so light touch to her clit.

Mel’s legs practically flew apart. "Oh God!" She gasped. A few more strokes like that, and Mel was breathing rapidly, arching her back, and lifting her ass off the bed.

As she lowered her hips, I left her nipples and kissed my way down her body. She immediately began twisting and pinching her nipples herself. I ended my journey down Mel’s body when I was laying between her widely spread legs.

In a short time, I had replaced the finger stroking her pussy with my tongue. A pussy-lip parting lick again brought her hips off the bed again. After several more licks like that, I settled my lips on her clit and began gently licking and sucking that sensitive little morsel. I slowly increased the suction, while watching Mel’s face and hands.

Mel was loudly moaning, and her head was rolling back and forth. She was pinching her nipples very hard and pulling them outward from her chest. Her pussy was dripping wet. I released her clit and inserted my tongue into her love hole as deeply as I could.

Mel released her nipples, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face as tightly as she could into her pussy. As she ground her pussy on my face, she said with a gasp, "Will you please fuck me now?"

"No! I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you." I replied.

"Oh yes, Honey. Do what ever you want to me." She sounded as if she was near tears again.

Kissing my way up her little body, I found it somewhat difficult to put my cock into Mel’s pussy and still be able to kiss her lips. I’m not that tall, but she was so tiny. Sucking a nipple while my cock stayed in her pussy was impossible in the male dominant missionary position.

Wrapping my arms around her, I told her, "Come here, Baby." I then rolled us over so she was prone on top of me. I took her under her arms and lifted her to a sitting position over my hips. As I lifted her, Mel folded her legs so her knees were alongside my body. She reached between her legs and held my cock. As I lowered her, she aimed my cock into her pussy.

Mel then took control. Kneeling over me, she took my hands from her sides and placed them on her little tits. I quickly began pinching, pulling, and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

After making a few minor adjustments to her position, Mel sat down until she had my cock’s head in her tight pussy. "Pinch my tits, Honey." She told.

When I pinched her nipples and firmly squeezed her small breasts, Mel sat down. She had fully impaled her hungry pussy on my cock. She had one of the tightest pussies I’d ever been in.

From that point on, I was just along for the ride. She rode me hard and fast. In rapid succession, Mel repeatedly lifted her pussy up and slammed it back down hard on my cock.

In a short time, I was about ready to cum. Though I knew it was hopeless, I did my best to hold off the inevitable. I wanted Mel to get all she could from our night together. I also wanted to stay in that tight little pussy and enjoy the ride as long as I could. Damn, that little gal could fuck.

Then, just as I began to lose control, and felt the undeniable urges of my balls to let go, Mel pitched forward, to lay on my chest, and cried, "I’m cuuummmmmming!" She quickly bounced back to her sitting position, raised up, slammed her pussy down on my cock, and ground her clit onto my pelvis.

I reached down, grabbed her by her hips, and held her cunt down on my cock as tightly as I could. I told her, "Me too, Baby." I held her tightly as I lifted my hips and pumped my load of cum deep into her hungry hole.

As our orgasms subsided, Mel fell forward onto my chest again. I wrapped my arms around her and held her snugly to me. "Oh Baby, you are one hell of a fuck. You’ve about worn me out."

"Me too." Mel said breathlessly. " It’s been years since I’ve gotten off like that. I hope we can do that again real soon."

"So do I."

As Mel lay on my chest, my softening cock still in her leaking pussy, she started to doze off. I asked, "Honey, do you think you ought to go back in with Bobby? We don’t want him to wake up and wonder where Mommy is."

"It’ll be OK." Mel said. "He sleeps by himself, and he may have to get used to it. If you don’t mind, can we stay here for a while?"

"Mind? Why would I mind having a beautiful girl like you and a cute kid like Bobby staying with me? I have just one question."

"What’s that?" She asked.

"Do I need to buy a twin or double bed for the spare room?"

As a broad smile spread over Little Mel’s face, she kissed me, hugged me and snuggled close to my neck. She kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, "Just a twin, I think."

We both slept soundly through the rest of night.

The next day, accompanied by a police officer, Melanie retrieved the rest of her and Bobby’s clothes from her old home. As she returned to my place and pulled into the drive, I met her with a hug, a kiss, and said, "Welcome home, Honey."

Little Mel smiled broadly and returned the hug and kiss. As Bobby ran into the house, she whispered, "Are you up for another round tonight?"

I pulled her close, discreetly gave a nipple a little tweak, and said, "Silly girl, what do you think?"

I said my first time I was seduced by an older woman that I mowed lawns for. She was 36 and I was almost 18. She caught me swimming nude in her pool one day when it was hot and I thought she was out. She was, but she came home and found me and seduced me. I had no way of getting out of it and I have to admit I wasn’t really happy about it – her being that much older but as it worked out it was fantastic and she and I did it every time I mowed her lawns and a couple of other times when I was horny and went over hoping she would ask me and she knew exactly why I went and always obliged. She taught me all I know about lovemaking. My next girl was a very inexperienced but not a virgin but knew nothing about lovemaking only laying there and letting it happen. It was pretty mechanical really and we didn’t last together that long, I got what I wanted but it was just like masturbating really only on top of her.

She said how often do you masturbate and I said a few times a week mostly – I said how about you and she said almost every day, I cant go a day without wanting it. I have a collection of vibrators I use mostly. I didn’t want to say anything but I knew she wasnt lying.

Now I have you she said I hope you will replace my need to do that so often. My mom knows about my habit and often says find yourself a good man my lady and she organised for me to get oral contraception to prepare me.

We had been just laying there together not moving and my cock had softened a little and as soon as I moved it hardened and she said god that feel great. Both the cocks I have had have been around 6 to 7 inches but not quite as thick as yours. I can actually feel the difference as it is a bit tighter around my lips. I love it. Then she said come on fuck me and let’s have some fun. I began to fuck her in the usual way. A couple of times she winced and I said am I hurting and she said no I want to feel you more internally and when I move my shoulder hurts, believe me I couldn’t care less if my arm fell off at the moment, my cunt is alive and I love it.  We fucked for about 4 or 5 minutes slow and rhythmically just hardly talking but the two of us were enjoying it in our own ways. I looked at her face and it told me she was enjoying herself. We smiled at each other as we both were enjoying ourselves, each taking pleasure off the other wordlessly. She was quite different to my older lady who also enjoyed fucking but she wanted to talk dirty to get her kicks. Meg was happy just to silently experience her pleasure from the two of being joined together and making music together. What was making it even better for me was the hot sun on my back and my balls were so soft they were rubbing up and down her ass the whole time. Then she said how many ways have you done it, I said what do you mean, and she said positions – how many. I said only this way. Shit she said we have some fun ahead of us, but not today, my shoulder is sore and I couldn’t possibly do it any other way, next time I can show you a few different ways. When I get home remind me to lend you a book and we can really get into I. I said what is it called and she said The Karma Sutra. I said I have heard of it and she said it’s a million ways to have sex according to an Indian I believe or a Chinese, it doesn’t matter, its fun trying the different ways. I said how many have you tried and she said none, my last one bloke wasn’t interested, to him a fuck was just a fuck and that was that , he came and it was all over and I would go home and masturbate, looking at the pages and envisaging one day being fucked like that. Somehow I think I will have to mark the pages I want to try first you will be different. God you are fucking me beautifully I am so hot I can feel that I wont be far off. I never managed to cum when he fucked me. I suppose I must have fucked him about 20 times. I was just a cum bucket for him and he could never last more than 4 or 5 minutes at his best, sometimes it was less than a minute.  This is about the longest time I have ever had a cock in me on any time.  I said I am glad I can do something right. She said you are doing everything right, just go a little harder and a little faster and I am going to give you a show to behold. I lifted my pace and began to thrust harder and her body began to shake and her breast move about a bit on her chest even though they were fairly firm. Aaaaahhh Uuugggggg she said keep it going like that - I am going to cum any moment, my clit is about to explode and she started to grunt and groan and really get herself worked up and I had never seen a girl cum before and this was great, she was really having an experience I had never witnessed. Then I went harder and faster and then my orgasm began to build up and my cock head got more sensitive and I said shit and I began to fuck her like the end of the world was nigh. I was pumping what felt like a gallon of my baby juice into her as my cock and balls virtually exploded and ejaculated into her and I could hear her sort of screaming or grunting - I could or didn’t care, she was pushing her body to meet the last of my now feeble thrusts. I looked down there were tears in her eyes.

Oh shit I said I didn’t hurt you did I. She said no that was the best orgasm I have ever had. As she wiped her eyes, I said I saw the tears and thought I had hurt you. No she said it was combination of the pleasure of my first orgasm being fucked, the wonderful sensation of you inside me and that fucking shoulder as I pushed up to get the ultimate pleasure from you and it hurt like hell, but it was all worth it. That was magnificent. I had softened and slipped out of her and as I leaned back and looked down at he she looked absolutely radiant. Her cheeks were red and her mouth had this wonderful smile.  She looked at me and said oh that poor thing looks dejected now, it has done its job brilliantly and its crying too look at the tears its shedding and the last few drops of my semen dripped out of the eye of it onto the warm blanket beneath her. I said look I am making a mess on your blanket and she said nothing like the mess I am making - I have started to leak already and I can’t wait to tell mom the news.   

I said I have never had an orgasm like that before not even with my lady love, and I had some beauties. I don’t know about you but I could not wish for anything better.  She said you and I are something special and when I tell my mom what happened she will be so happy. I said tell your mom, she said she knows all about me. I keep nothing from her. She is absolutely wonderful. She will love you I can assure you.

Now let’s have a rest and try that again, I could spend the rest of the day doing this. That sun feels wonderful on my cunt.

We lay together and held hands and chatted about everything and kissed lightly every so often and it must have been 20 minutes and she said come on lets do it again.  I didn’t need to be asked twice and I rolled over and we mated like we done before she purred softly as I went into her, this time it was even wetter with the remnants of my cum mixed with her cunt juice and she said its even better and giggled. I am so glad you ran me down she said. This would never have happened otherwise.  I again took my time and we just prodded about taking our time and enjoying the sensation of being joined together as we were, I touched, kissed and sucked on her nipples which she loved, and kissed her lips as often. This to me was the epitome of lovemaking. It was our first time together and already we had made love like the angels would.  Our second occasion seemed to go on for ever but I it could not have been more than about 15 or 20 minutes. We stopped every now and again for a rest before resuming the gentle thrust and parry as my cock pumped out much of the cum from my previous deposit and her cunt juice which seemed to have a never ending supply out of her. Every now and again she said hell it running down my bum again.

When it was time I began as I did before and started to raise my thrust rate and did it bit harder which caused her tits to wobble but every now and again her shoulder hurt her so I took it easy until she said ok I am ready lets do it again.

This time I seemed to go harder and she got into the rhythm and met my every thrust and the sound of our flesh meeting was like thunder, Anybody nearby would have heard and known what we were doing but we realised we were alone and there was  nobody for miles so we made all the noise we wanted to. I have never been so vocal and I don’t think she had been either but we let everybody know we were having one of the best orgasms you could imagine. Even the birds stopped to listen.

We both exploded into orgasm with a few seconds of each other - hers began before mine and she really made sure my cock was rubbing the skin off her clit. I sort of held back for a moment to allow her to enjoy hers but the pressure in my balls was too much and I exploded filling her with a sudden gush of semen. I could feel it flushing down the tube of my cock and out the eye into her. I believe I could even feel the temperature rise inside her as my cum flooded her vaginal cavity.

After we were both spent I stayed on top of her and rested feeling the wetness of our body sweat as I rubbed my whole body against her. We kissed wordlessly and just looked into each other eyes. It was a close to love as I have ever enjoyed in my life. She was a goddess to me now and I didn’t want to lose her. We were going to make love like this forever I hoped. My cock remained inside he soft and it was a few minutes before I rolled off her. We lay together for a few minutes and then she said give me a hand up and I helped her to her feet, we kissed again and she said I am busting for a pee and walked to a few feet away from the blanket. Then she unashamedly squatted and peed looking right at me. When she got up I helped her and then I added to her puddle and peed myself as she watched me. Do you know something she said and I said no what – she said one day you are going to pee all over me – I have often had fantasies about having a golden shower. I said you are disgusting and she said I know but you are going to be disgusting with me and we both laughed.

We both walked around for a few minutes getting the last of the warmth out of the sun. We hadn’t realised what the time was and we would not be taking the bikes back today. I said look at the time the bikes will have to wait for another day – I will move them out of sight and then we will have to get moving. She said lets walk back naked; I just love to feel the warmth and the breeze on my body. I agreed, and we picked up our clothes and stuffed them into her bag put on our shoes and we began to walk back. We had been walking for about 10 minutes and she said this is not a good idea and I said why. She said all your cum is leaking out and down my legs and I said come here and I will lick it off you – she said you are not serious and I said no not this time but that is an another experience I have in store for you. She didn’t teach me just how to fuck, there is far more to lovemaking than that. She said well now you have me wanting you more. I couldn’t possibly piss you off with out lesson No 2 could I. I said well at this rate I will be around for a while she replied good- I want to be well educated as well as fucked.

We walked almost back to the road naked and then got dressed and then I drove her home again. Come on in and meet my mother she said. I knew I wasn’t going to get out of that and when we went in her mother said what have you two been doing you look absolutely radiant – Meg said mom- I have had the best fuck of my life – twice. I was absolutely red with embarrassment and she gave her mom a hug then her mom came to me and held me hard and tightly to her and said – you have made my day. I have not seen her so happy for ages.

The two of you go up and shower and I will make some tea and we can have some biscuits - you will need them to get your energies back. Where are the bikes,? Meg said fuck the bikes we had better things to do. Her mom laughed and said enjoy that shower I want to hear it all.

Meg and I showered together – my first time and it was fun. Her shoulder still hurt so we had to be gentle together, but she washed me, and I made sure her body was well soaped and cleaned and she had expelled as much of our lovemaking juices out of her as we could.

We dressed and she put on a nice gown and we went down to her mom. She opened the gown and said look at happy jack – it has never been so happy and pulled her gown open and exposed her pubic region for a moment and then her mom said tell me everything.

We drank tea and she described in intimate detail our lovemaking moment by moment almost. Her mom held my hand occasionally and squeezed it as Meg really got graphic about our sex. Her mom new she wasn’t exaggerating.

Now I was hooked, she liked me as much as I liked her and we still had to get the bikes home. It might take a week at this rate.

Episode 3 will follow shortly.

    Having by necessity to attend a business seminar in Cincinatti mid July that year and with a week or so to kill before flying on to join a marketing delegation in New York, I decided to "discover" Ohio, heading east along Interstate 52 in the general direction of Portsmouth then north to Columbus and east to Youngstown via Pittsburgh PV. The plan was good, the reality something else.

    Just twenty miles out from Cincinnati, New Richmond typifies small-town America. The quaintest of villages and with a population just pre the new millennium, of barely 2200 people including just five permanently stationed Police officers, lets just say that rush-hour had yet to prove an issue.

    Peckish, having passed-up on breakfast, I decided this was as good a spot as any to indulge my stomach lining. Pulling off the Interstate that runs pretty much through the town center, I cruised a couple of side-streets until a cute little eatery called "The Landing" took my fancy on Front Street.

    Devoid of customers, I had the pick of the table settings and chose one set in to a small niche near the panoramic window that overlooked Front Street itself. Clean and bright, "The Landing" was quite obviously a family business to judge by the many framed photographs around the wall. I was studying one that might well have been the building itself at the turn of the century, when a glass and jug of iced water were set down in front of me, by the most appealing of young ladies.

   "Can I get you something?" she smiled sweetly, those finely shaped dark eyebrows suggesting that perhaps the shoulder-length, rather pretty blonde hair was not her natural birthright, not that this could ever have detracted from the overall package you understand. The only thing I wanted her to get me right that second was a room we might share across the way at the small cottage that I noted was advertising itself as a bed and breakfast stop-over. I noticed the name-tag just above the curve of her right breast. What I would have given to be that pin!

   "Well Amy," I said, "A plate of hotcakes and coffee might just about hit the spot."

    She scribbled the order down on her pad and handed me another of those smiles that all but closed down my options for thinking straight. "Sure," she added, turning on her heels and thereby presenting me with a highly therapeutic aspect of her shapely little bottom, covered that it was unfortunately, by a tight skirt whose hemline one imagines, might in later years, dredge-up more victims than a Venus fly trap!

    In her absence, I glanced once more at the many prints on display on the far wall also. One in particular stood out. Quite obviously a very recent picture of Amy herself, the girl slumped prettily in the chair, her legs draped over one arm. Dressed in her school uniform, the pose bridged the gap between innocence and provocative tease quite effortlessly. The top few buttons of her plain white blouse were undone allowing the material to gape slightly - if not suggestively then interestingly at least. The close proximity of her delicate fingers handed one the impression that given the right script, she might be persuaded to undo a couple more. The tease-factor was heightened further in as much as her black and white check skirt exposed a sufficiency of the underside of both slim legs at that angle, so that in normal circumstances her panties would have been acutely visible, were not it for the winter cotton leggings she was wearing in the photo and which left the viewer simply to contemplate what might have been. Shoe-less and with one leg resting demurely across the other, she was an angel.

    I was still pondering that which was hidden when my hot-cakes made an appearance.

    "Maple syrup?" she asked politely, proffering the easy-pour container on the tray she was holding.

   "Oh yeah!" I replied. "What would hotcakes be without maple syrup?"

   "You're not American are you?" she drawled. "Kind of a cute accent though...are you English?"

   "Sorta," I answered, more than happy to engage her in whatever conversation was on offer. "Australian actually Amy - well, I was born in Britain but have lived in Sydney, Australia since I was eighteen."

    Right at that moment another family walked in, totally icing the momentum and sat down at the table opposite. I had the impression Amy's preference was to stay and chat, though she muttered dutifully, "I'd better go get those people a menu." I could have watched that curvy retreat until those hotcakes were stone cold!

    The arrival of my coffee presented one last small window of opportunity. Gazing outside, I made the comment that I might take a stroll down to the Ohio river and check out the scenery, it appearing to be little more than a shortish walk from the restaurant itself.

    "Rivers up again," she said, following my glance and looking quite concerned. "Flooded so bad last year - way up Front street, she gestured up towards Quarry Street and the Interstate. "Its soo beautiful though," she added as an afterthought, "There's this real neat lookout just a-ways upriver - you can see for miles across the Kentucky flatlands."

    So pretty was she at that moment, my heart ached for her and I yearned to hold her to me, fully oblivious to the chronic age-difference and the fact that she was probably no more than a few years older than my youngest daughter.

   "I'd really like to see it Amy," I told her, "But I really don't have the time to go looking. Maybe next time I'm through this way?" Even as I spoke the words I felt their emptiness. Reality dictated that I would in all probability, never set foot in New Richmond again. For the merest fraction of a second, she looked at me...deep inside.

   "I'm off at twelve," she whispered, "I could show you!"

    Hardly able to believe what she was saying, I must have looked like a tongue-tied juvenile. I glanced at my watch - it was already 10.50. "I'd be honored sweetie," I replied. "Want me to pick you up kerbside?" She nodded just as a slightly embittered male voice called out "You gonna take our order Miss or what?" Obviously embarrassed, she left the table.

    By the time I finished my coffee and settled-up the bill including a healthy tip, there was but fifty minutes or so to account for. I figured I would go fill up the rental car and check out a few of the shops along Main Street.

    Even as I pulled the Pontiac over, right outside "The Landing," Amy had stepped out on to the sidewalk and was walking to the car. I leaned across and opened the passenger door. Sliding onto the bench seat in that ultra-short skirt did wonders for the visuals. I don't think she even realised. Having changed into smart casual clothes, she was a total teenage dream. Whatever delicate scent that was also, merely heightened the overall effect. Thank God I had taken out full travel health insurance.

   "So, which way sweetheart?" I asked, forcing my eyes back on the roadway as opposed to allowing them their natural inclination of focusing at key points along those wonderfully slim legs.

   "Ohh, back that way," she exclaimed, pointing east along Front Street. I performed a quick u-turn, which in the total absence of any traffic was anything but a challenge.

   "How old are you Amy?" I asked, trying not to make it sound overly intrusive.

   "I've just turned sixteen," she barely whispered, but then blushing momentarily as I glanced across at her, "I hope you don't think I make a habit of doing this er,..."

   "Noel" I smiled..."and no...I'm sure you don't Amy. I would like to ask you just one question though if I may."

   "What's that?" she replied softly.

   "I'm just curious why you decided to make that offer to me sweetie? You're very young and its taking a big risk. I'm sure your parents would not approve."

    Now she really was blushing. "I don't honestly know," she muttered. "Something about you. I knew I'd be safe and I just wanted to take you there and show you the river."

    I smiled at her once again. "Well your instincts serve you well Amy. Yes you are safe - well unless I stop taking my medication that is!" She giggled delightfully.

   "To be honest," I continued, I have three lovely daughters at home just like you sweetheart. One twelve, another thirteen and the eldest just about your age. She's in ninth grade, same as you I'm guessing?"

    Amy nodded, before asking "No boys?"

   "Yep, one of them too," I grinned. "Chris is the eldest. He's eighteen and just finished High School. We were now at the end of Front street and crossing over to Susanna Way.

   "We follow this road right to the end," she announced, "Then I'll show you where the lookout is."

   "Sounds good," I replied, easing my foot off the gas. It's remarkably easy to hit fifty on an empty straight road. Well as it happened, Amy really didn't have to direct me to the lookout at all, since Susanna Way comes to an abrupt end before veering north into Augustus Street. Right at that point a spur road leads south almost to the river's edge. To the right a rather attractive lookout has been built up in a lightly treed area which obviously affords welcome relief mid-summer. Nosing-in to the deserted parking area, I killed the motor. I could see why she had brought me here.

    The sun glinted off the Ohio, and beyond as Amy had said, the gentle Kentucky plains stretched as far as the eye could see. A gentle heat-haze wavered marginally above ground level, imperceptibly distorting one's vision of the flatlands the far side of the river. One or two private boats were navigating their way east, adding to the scenic tranquility.

    "Its very beautiful here Amy," I muttered, knowing that this was an understatement of some magnitude. She looked across at me and with no reason for doing so - I held out my hand to her. Having equally no reason to take it, she grasped my hand softly and I pulled her to me.

    Words became superfluous, the age difference merely a statistic. I had always been going to kiss her, right from the moment I walked into that restaurant. I think I knew it even then. The moment our lips met I knew I was safe. Shielded from the harshness and cruelties that life deals out, Amy was sanctuary. She may have been only sixteen, but it was I felt the child. She returned my kisses with a gentle passion all her own, held me tightly and murmured softly as I ran my fingers through her hair whilst caressing her gently as might the unselfish lover.

    Hot morning that it was, her warmth infiltrated my whole being. I needed her and wanted her above all things but this I knew had to be on her terms only. Simply holding and kissing her was an experience to savor, a privilege to appreciate, the rarest of check-points in the game of life itself. Just for a moment she broke off from kissing me and looked up, her eyes - part promising, part pleading....wholly needful.

    My left hand closed around her small yet incredibly soft and yielding breast. Immediately her eyes glazed over and she let out an involuntary cry of surprise. I kissed once more that delicate little open mouth through which breath so fresh was issuing, in time with her increased respiratory rate. For several moments I continued fondling her gently, knowing full well she had never done this before and that some facet of her biological clock had told her that today was her day of learning.

    Easing my hand across to her other breast, I began manipulating the nipple through the thin cotton top she had on. Whether she realised it or not I could detect a slight forward thrusting of both breasts as she became more at ease with my ministrations. The occasional whimper of pleasure was beginning to escape her lips and at the point I began undoing the top few buttons of her blouse, she merely lay back against the seat, watching my progress as one might observe a spider weaving its artistry.

    Inclining my head towards her now fully exposed bra cups, I kissed the softness beneath, aware of the sharp intake of breath as she became aware, probably for the first time, the power inherent in her feminine birthright. She was just so beautiful. Kissing her once more on the lips, I allowed my hand to slip inside her bra, feeling its exquisitely designed contents and deliberately passing my fingers across her nipple. Her eyes opened wide, but she made no attempt to restrict my exploration - even when I slipped my hand inside the other cup, gently manipulating that delicate bud between my thumb and forefinger.

    That she was small, even by mid-teenage standards was nothing but an added attraction for me. Maintaining steady eye contact with her, which I sensed was reinforcing both her trust and my unspoken intentions to cause her no discomfort - real or metaphysical, I eased both shoulder straps down her arms, gently lowering the silky material until both curvy little breasts were fully exposed. Momentarily she looked so vulnerable. I admired her brave resolve in a situation quite obviously foreign to her and one that a very young girl has no real control of.

    I was mesmerised myself. Those wonderfully sculptured mounds of youthful femininity lay proudly displayed before me. Leaning forwards, I kissed her right breast softly, as with my free hand I caressed her the other side. It was at the point my lips drew down on her nipple that first time that I felt, rather than heard, her whimper softly. Raising her arms she held me to her, as I suckled her nipples one after the other. Her eyes closed now, she thrust her breasts out proudly, imploring me to suck harder which as it just so happened, dove-tailed with my own agenda.

    How long we engaged in that wonderful closeness I couldn't say, but inevitably, desire and accumulated hormonal back-up opened the flood-gates. Still sucking gently on her nipples as she lay back against the seat smiling dreamily, my hand sought the warmth of a quite different locale. Sliding the hemline of her skirt up beyond the realms of modesty, I slipped my hand between her legs feeling the softness of her inner thighs and the latent heat that resided there. Amy gave a cry of probable genuine girlish shock and murmured "Nooo not there please...I'm still a virgin."

    Her words however were fully contradicted by her body language which saw her part her legs marginally and she begin to kiss me with what I could only describe as an increased passion. Again, my hand sought refuge in that reclusive tunnel and at the point the tips of my fingers reached the front of her panties, she began to breathe hard. Rubbing her there softly she began to moan, needing me to kiss her harder and quite obviously requiring my complicity in whatever was to follow.

    Seemingly acclimatized to sitting there topless now, she even whispered softly "Do you really think I'm pretty?" It was as dumb a question as ever I have been asked.

   "I doubt there is a prettier or more desirable girl on this planet right this second sweetheart," I assured her. It was the undoubted truth.

    Beginning now to rub her the full length of her pussy, albeit through those skimpy little white-lace knickers that were even now peeking out from beneath her rumpled skirt, Amy's soft cries of pleasure were escalating. There was only one option indicated.

    Slipping a finger up beneath the elastic I discovered a warm and well-furred terrain that curved down and inwards to an ingress of near volcanic heat that on approach, caused its owner to wriggle perceptibly while whimpering in what may have been semi-embarrassed pleasure. I certainly wasn't embarrassed!

   "No one's ever done this to me," she whispered between little gasps. I already suspected as much but was pleased beyond measure to hear her confirmation of such. Incredibly tight as you might imagine, I was only able to get a finger inside her with due patience and diligence. It was worth it though. I couldn't rightly say how pleasurable it was for her but from my perspective it was at the upper end of Nirvana.

   When fingering a young girl of existing virginal status, there is a fine line indeed between pain and pleasure - your pleasure, her pain!. It is very important to ensure that she is as relaxed as possible and that you treat her nether regions as you might a Ming vase - with respect and gentility. Amy as it turned out was a Grade A student. Shy and giggly - unrelentingly sexy attributes, both! The further inwards I delved with my finger the louder her gasps and the wider she spread those slender legs of hers. Thinking to round off the lesson for the day, I located her clitoral hood and set up a vibratory pattern there-upon that had her fully unable to sit still. I had almost forgotten, such was my concerted application, the degree of arousal such activity was bequeathing my own procreative equipment.

   "Oh gosh," she moaned delightfully as the first of several pre-orgasmic tremors radiated outwards from vaginal ground zero. Her expression right then was that of a sexy young schoolgirl caught using the library's computer to partake of some illicit chat with her boyfriend. I could ill-afford to slacken of my ministrations and thus I began to kiss her hard on the lips at the same time increasing the pressure on her quite obviously engorged clitoris.

    I could feel the quake building and as she neared what I knew must be her first full-on orgasm at the behest of any male partner's fingers, I felt her legs closing up on auto-pilot. I took her to the edge - nature dragged her over!

    If there is anything sexier than a young girl locked-in to a doozy of an orgasm then I have no idea what it is. In Amy's case, it was to die for. Fully incapable of rational dialogue, all she could muster was a series of 'Ohhhhs" as wave after wave of coalesced pleasure wracked her slim frame. Watching as she slid a hand down between her own legs lending merely some token comfort to her abused little slit was simply icing on the cake.

    Gradually she opened her pretty eyes. Flushed silly, but feeling I imagine extraordinarily healthy, she smiled up at me. "I can't believe I just let you do that....but it felt so good," she giggled, pulling her bra straps back up and wriggling her skirt down to her knees as she spoke. There is something just so inherently arousing observing a girl do that, most especially a teenager.

    It was about that moment I remembered that I had needs of my own and watching what I just had, hardly qualified as a pacifier. With no particular expectation of reactivating the magic, I just pulled her to me once again and telling her truthfully just how beautiful she was, kissed her with all the passion that I possessed.

    It was different this time - more a sense of urgency from her viewpoint. The harder I kissed her the tighter she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our words and intimacies became more subtle - less believable, but Oh how wonderful it was. Could I have known her long enough to actually love her? It didn't matter, I whispered it aloud as I drank in her youth, her warmth...the whole essence of her being. For her part, she clung to me, not as a father-daughter might, not as a newly come-by lover should, but as only conjoined souls are able - on that empirical level that embraces awareness and inseparable affection.

    I don't even remember her kneeling in front of me - my back now to the seat. I have no recollection of sliding her panties down and her then straddling my hips with her own. I knew my hands were caressing her soft and pliant young bottom and that she was somehow urging me on to greater daring. Vaguely I was aware that she had pulled her bra up once again, freeing up both almost child-like breasts that now she was encouraging me to suckle erotically as I took such delight in the rest of her body.

   "Be gentle" I heard her whimper as my erection pressed unerringly up between her legs. Had I asked this of her? Had this day been planned in cosmic realms unknown, eons ago? Now was not the time to ponder the mysteries of life however and kissing her passionately I left it to Amy to guide me in to the promised land. I felt her lips separating, the moisture on site and the tightest of channels barring my way. I'm sure she was crying softly whilst bearing down with her own hips, though I could no more contribute to her pain than I could withdraw from this field of dreams.

    My only tools of trade - compliant lips and soothing words of affection were but a poor man's anaesthesia yet she braved the worst of it for me with no audible complaint. One last thrust downwards as I winced for her and then I felt all hymenal resistance fade and I was able to slip deep inside her. This was a new world order, one that I was no more in control of than she was. All I knew - I desired her more than any girl before her. Yet this desire curiously, I knew was founded purely on love not lust.

    As my own needs escalated in direct proportion to my deepening penetration of that semi-exposed cavern between her legs, I began to thrust up into her, even as she started to whimper aloud for me to cum inside her so that she might feel it. I gave no thought as to the possible consequences, merely fulfilling my sexual capacity in the best interests of Mother Nature. Holding her hips tightly, I spurted all I had to give, probably more - deep inside her vaginal corridor. Even as I pumped in those last few stragglers, the glow which spread across her face rendered all words obsolete.

    Afterwards she just lay against me, wanting me to caress her hair and cheeks. She let me pull her panties back up, which served also to stem the tide of semen trickling down the inside of her thighs. It was all so ethereal and left-field of the real-time somehow.

    We sat cuddled-up in that car for several hours watching life slip-by peacefully on the Ohio. I think I kissed her insensible. Eventually she told me she had to be back at 6 p.m. for her evening shift. I couldn't bear it, but of course I had to drop her off.

    The tears were still in free-fall even as I made the outskirts of Columbus that night.

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Jo (we call her Baby Jo because she is the youngest of the group and looks even younger than her age), is 5’ 2”, 120 lbs with 34C’s. She is 20 years old. Baby Jo has a perfectly shaped, round and rock hard ass.  The black girls at the Club tease Baby Jo and say, “Girl, a white girl has no business having such a fine ass. That’s a black ass girl!” (Of course they are smiling when they say this because they really do love Baby; everyone does!).

 

Candi and Julie are the waitresses that are part of the Group.

 

The Group is great since we are like the family each of us wanted but never really had. The dancers and waitresses all watch out for each other and especially me (when I’m at the Club).

 

I arrived at the Club at around 1:00 pm on a Thursday afternoon. I had called ahead to Julie so they would have my “special room” ready. I call it the special room since it is the best VIP room in the Club. This is a large room which is closed to the general public from view. It has smaller curtained-rooms inside for additional privacy. As you can imagine, due to its exclusivity this room is usually not rented since it is the most expensive room. However, I rent this room for two reasons: 1.) its privacy and 2.) Because of it’s privacy we can have fun that will rival the best porn movies you’ve ever seen! (More stories to cum later…J).

 

Anyway, Candi and Julie met me at the front door and we gave each other a big hug and kiss. Julie escorted me to the room. As I walked in they had already had my favorite drink waiting for me, a Tanqueray and tonic. I sat down in the extra large queen-anne chair to wait for the girls.

 

The first to enter the room was Baby Jo. She ran into my arms and straddled me on my lap. “God I’ve missed you”, she said. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much too. Come here”. With that we started our passionate kissing; the kind we both enjoy with our mouths fully open and exploring each other deeply with our tongues.

The kissing went on for a few minutes when Baby Jo said, “Shammy and Asia are still getting ready. Do you want to play while we’re waiting?” “Absolutely!!”, I said. So we got up and moved to the adjacent smaller curtained room.

 

The curtained room was smaller, also with an extra large queen-anne chair on one end and a smaller bench seat on the other. Full-size mirrors make up the walls on all sides. There is a small television on a pedestal mount that allows you to view the stage via closed-circuit, or you can watch regular TV or porn movies. I never turn the TV on since why do I want to watch TV when I can make my own magic!

 

Baby Jo and I closed the curtains and then she stripped down to naked. I sat in the large chair and she climbed up onto the arms with her pussy directly above my head. Then she lowered herself down so that her wonderful pussy was in my face.

 

I grabbed both of her ass cheeks to hold he in place while I started slowly licking her clit with my tongue. Baby Jo started moving her hips in unison with my tongue. Her pussy was getting wet and her juice tasted so sweet. I alternated licking her clit and sticking my tongue in and out of her pussy. This was making her move her hips faster and grind her pussy deeper into my face.

 

Now I began my signature moves. I clenched Baby Jo’s clit between my lips so I could hold it in place. At the same time I was touching her clit with the tip of my tongue while shaking my head rapidly back and forth. “Ohhhhh….baby….don’t stop…..Ohhhhh….don’t stop….just like that…..just like that…..”, she said.

 

I then started humming. This created a vibration affect on her clit in addition to the licking and shaking of my head. Baby Jo’s breathing got faster and faster. Her hips were starting to writhe and she pushed her pussy even further in my face. Pussy juice was pouring out of her! “Ohhhhh…..baby I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum….I’M CUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!”.

 

I kept licking, sucking, shaking, and humming on Baby Jo’s clit. I’m a fairly big guy and pretty strong but it was all I could do to hold her. Baby Jo was cumming and cumming. Now she tried to pull back from my tongue because her clit was becoming so sensitive. This is a natural reaction for women but if you keep going you can set them up to have some of the best orgasms ever! This, of course, is my goal since I absolutely LOVE to pleasure women.

 

Baby Jo was shaking uncontrollably. Every time I stuck my tongue inside her pussy I could feel the contractions and spasms inside the walls of her pussy. I love this because it means she is having multiple, powerful orgasms at that instant!

 

Baby Jo was now making this constant low-toned primordial groan that I have come to name “the pleasure zone”. At this point the person is literally “out of their mind” with lust and pleasure. I knew Baby Jo was now ready for my patented move (oh how I wish I could patent it!....). As I continued to lick, suck, shake and hum her pussy, I switched from clenching her clit with my lips and gently clenched her clit with my teeth. Then I started putting a little more pressure on her clit with my tongue. This made Baby Jo go insane! She was literally body-slamming her pussy into my face! She was bucking and writhing like a wild bull! At that instant she let out a loud groan that I can only describe as something that you can tell is due to ABSOLUTE PHYSICAL PLEASURE! At that point, I felt that my entire face was engulfed by her pussy. It must have been because I couldn’t breathe! At the same instant her pussy exploded with what felt like a gallon of cum. I swallowed as much as I could. Baby Jo then started to collapse. I quickly adjusted myself to grab her otherwise she would have fallen to the floor. It was all I could do to hold onto her but I finally got her down onto my lap. She collapsed in my arms in a hug.

 

“Are you alright baby?” I asked. “Yes…oh yes…..I’m ok…..I almost passed out…”, she said. “I could tell. That last orgasm was a really good one, huh?” “Oh my God….that was the best orgasm ever!!!” This was music to my ears.

 

Little did Baby Jo and I know that at some point during our fun, Shammy and Asia had appeared. I’m not sure how much they had seen but I know they must have seen the last (best) part. “Ok Baby Jo…now it’s our turn”, Shammy said. “Alright, climb on”, I said.

 

With that Shammy replaced Baby Jo and positioned herself above my head. Then she lowered her now dripping wet pussy onto my face. I performed the same techniques to Shammy as I had to Baby Jo. It only took Shammy about 3 minutes to explode in her huge orgasm! Now it was Asia’s turn and it took her even less time!

 

“Now it’s your turn”, Asia said to me. Baby Jo and Shammy were already busy undoing my belt and pulling off my trousers and underwear. All three girls were now on their knees. Each girl was taking turns sucking my cock. “I love sucking your cock,” said Baby Jo. “We all do baby”, said Shammy. Now it was Asia’s turn. Baby Jo got up to sit on the bench seat and watch. Shammy got up and stood to the side of my chair.

 

Asia has a special talent to give me some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. She started sucking my cock and alternating her strokes. Sucking for a while, then stroking….sucking and stroking. “I love to watch you suck and stroke his cock, Asia”, said Baby Jo. She had moved her bench seat right next to me on the left. “I love to masturbate while I watch you suck his cock”, said Baby Jo. Her breathing was getting heavier and faster. She said to me, “Look at me when I cum”. (This was a trick I taught her because even though it’s hard to do, if you can keep your eyes open while you cum it makes the whole experience more erotic). “Ok baby, I’ll try to keep looking at you”, I said.

 

Now Shammy was rubbing my shoulders and bent down to give me a very slow wet open-mouthed kiss. Asia was working her magic on my now rock-hard, engorged cock. It felt so good! Next, Asia stopped momentarily to show us how big my cock had become. “Look at how BIG it is…!!!”, exclaimed Shammy. I looked down and the head of my cock was the size of a small apple!!! I had never seen my cock grow to this size…I certainly had never achieved this myself. “Oh look at that…LOOK AT THAT….I’m gonna cum……I’M GONNA CUM….LOOK AT ME!!!!” It was all Baby Jo could do to keep her eyes open…but she did it. She was bucking and grinding out a powerful orgasm.

Baby Jo quickly recovered and started masturbating again while watching Asia suck and stroke my cock.

 

I could feel the deep pleasure starting to build in my aching balls. Asia was masterfully sucking and stroking my cock while paying special attention to the head of my cock and the opening of my pee-hole. I could feel my body starting to shake. “You’re starting to shake baby…I know that feels good”, said Shammy as she continued to rub my shoulders and nuzzle my neck.

 

“Oh baby stick your fingers in me. I want you to feel me cum”, Baby Jo said to me. I did as she instructed and inserted two fingers in to her hot wet pussy. It felt so wet and warm! Asia was quickly bringing me to an explosive orgasm. I was now shaking uncontrollably. I could hear myself making that low-toned primordial groan. I was in the pleasure zone! “Look at him….look at him….he’s gonna cum….HE’S GONNA CUM!!!!” exclaimed

Baby Jo. “I can’t wait….I can’t wait….put your fingers all the way in….feel me….feel me CUUUUMMMM!” I jammed three fingers deep inside Baby Jo’s pussy. At that instant her pussy grabbed my fingers with the strength of a vice-grip! I could feel her pussy juice pouring over my hand and down my arm. Her was pussy would violently contract and release…contract and release my fingers. At the same time her contractions were trying to suck my fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy.

 

What happened next is difficult to describe. I will describe it somewhat of an out of body experience since it’s easier to describe from the outside looking in.

 

I could hear myself let out a large scream. I yelled, “I’MMMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG”. My eyes were squeezed shut. At that instant I arched my pelvis up in a violent thrust. At the same time Asia yanked down hard on my cock. I could feel my hot sticky cum shoot out of my cock like a geyser. We continued this action in unison for a least another minute. I would thrust my hips up while ejaculating my cum as Asia would pull down on my cock. I continued to shoot load after load after load.

 

“OH MY GOD”, Asia said. “Look at him cum!” “I’m looking at him cum….I’m looking at him cum….Ohhhhhh I’m gonna cum again…..I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!!!” yelled Baby Jo. I quickly jammed my fingers into Baby Jo’s pussy and again felt her pussy’s powerful spasms and contractions.

 

I was finally able to open my eyes and was startled to see Asia’s face and entire front of her body covered with my cum. Shammy said, “That’s A LOT of cum”. “I know…I just LOVE watching him cum”, said Baby Jo.

 

Then…Baby Jo and Shammy knelt down by Asia and proceeded to lick her clean!

 

….The End (for now). Part II to cum shortly.

 

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If so, please let me know via e-mail at: ronin1225@yahoo.com.

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I want to feel you inside me agian. I want to feel you on top of me. I want to feel your tongue licking, lapping and sucking my pussy. Now.. god please now I want it so bad.

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Without missing a beat you are between my legs. My pussy lips are so wet and swollen. You slowly lick across the left side. Your left hand running up over my left thigh. You switch to the ride side and your right hand runs up my right thigh. I know you are teasing. Its killing me.

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You rest your tongue near my clit. For a second you take it all in, sucking on it and rolling it over your tongue. Then you stop. Your tongue pushes just between my lips and runs down. Slowly parting my pussy lips. As you run further down it gets wetter and wetter. This makes you harder and harder. When you get to my hole you press your tongue out even more and push it deep inside of me. I grab your head and push it down into me, keeping you there. Oh god pleeeease don't stop. Please don't stop.

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I lean forward. Both hands on either side of your thighs. I lean forward and grab your cock in my mouth. I bend it back, so its at 90 degrees. I run my tongue around the head... mmmm yess... ohhh god I've been wanting to taste you again. I leave my right hand on the bed and grab the base of your cock with my left hand. I hold it straight up as I spit on your cock. The wetter the better.Â

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Your cock is so hard. I take a good look at it before I take it into my mouth. I like seeing the veins pulsing insdie of you. Its so smooooothe. Mmmmm. My left hand is at the base of your cock, running it up and down in a circular motion over and over in tandem with my mouth running up and down and over and over in a circular motion. I pussssh your cock against my cheek, I push it in deep against my throat. As it pushes against the back wall of my throat I gag a little. mmmm love that. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you feeling me up inside of my mouth.Â

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I am rubbing my clit harder. Harder. So close to cumming. You are fucking me slooowly. grabbing my hips and guiding them up and down on top of you. I grab your hands and put them on my tits. I want you to play with them. I want you to massage my breast and play wth my nipples while I cum. Ohhhh good yes you feel so good inside of me. You have NO idea how good that feels. Deeper. Push deeeeeper inside of me.

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You grab my tits. Grab the whole breast in your hand. Ohhh yes that feels good. I love it when you play with them. I rub harder, rub my clit harder. I can feel myself close to orgasm. I want to cum when you are inside of me. I buck my hips against you and ask you to pinch my nipples.Â

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That little bit of pain sends me over the edge. Pinch them harder. Ohhh god yes fuck me. Oh god yes fuck me. Pinch them a little bit harder. Harder. No really..........hardddddder. I rub faster, faster, faster. Oh god I"m going to cum. Right now, right now, right now. Oh yea. Oh yea. Right now. YOu can feel the walls of my pussy pulsing on your cock as the wetness starts to flow. I throw my head back. Yessssssssssss

I stood there for a moment, my mind uncertain, yet within seconds my mind realized that it was not needed, nor was it helping the situation, and so it immediately took a paid vacation, allowing my body to act for itself. I drew myself in closer into his embrace, and with both hands seized the warm damp muscle leaden flesh on his back, allowing my face to press into his chest, his small hairs prickling my cheeks, and the scent of sweat overpowering my sense of smell, yet causing me to react not with disgust, as my reflexes had been disabled, but instead with an erotic thirst, perhaps signaling it’s need to be quenched from the damp area rapidly forming between my legs.

He ran his fingers playfully through my hair, as his other hand slowly but surely made it’s way to my pants, slipping through the waistband and firmly massaging one of my soft buttocks. I continued my journey along the mountainous uncharted region that was his back, my face pressed in firmly, my nose lightly brushing against the underside of the massive arm that reached out to me, my lips pressed against one of his dark erect nipples. I reached out with my tongue, and ran it along his breast, allowing myself to taste the warm, salty sweat that still clung to his body. He now ran both hands along my back, and my vaginal juices soaked the entire inner portion of my pants. Just then, my mind, although relaxing on a beach in the Caribbean, phoned in to check on things at the office, allowing me to remember something I had long since overlooked. I pressed my entire body against his, and surely enough, when my crotch pressed against his, I could feel his hard, stiff erection against my leg.

As he started to fiddle with the button on my pants, I slipped one hand easily into his shorts. I ran my hand between his thigh and his testicles, his hot groin plunging me into yet another level of arousal. Moving my fingers about I fondled his large, wet, heavy balls ad his erect penis rubbed invitingly against my leg. I placed my other hand in his shorts, effectively causing them to fall to the floor after his thick stiff cock poked up above the waistband, and brushed playfully up and down against my stomach, bobbing like a rooster vying for territorial rights, and leaving a thin strand of semen between him and myself, which shimmered in the afternoon light. I realized, looking down, that he had taken my pants down whilst I was playing with his tough member, and as I relieved my ankles from my pants’ binding, he reached under my exposed rear and lifted me straight into the air, bringing me down slowly onto his stiff erect cock, pointing almost straight into the air, throbbing forcefully as it slowly, to my long, drawn out pleasure, entered my moist vagina. As I was lowered I slipped my shirt over my head, exposing my comfortably large, soft, succulent breasts (for some reason, nobody was wearing underwear today).

I moaned a soft low moan as the final inches of his penis made their way inside of me. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and moved myself up and down as he slowly began moving his hips, beginning in a slow, steady rhythm, but soon quickening the pace. His hands beneath the soft flesh of my buttocks my only means of support, I wrapped my legs around his abdomen, straddling him, as he rapidly began to thrust his pelvis, driving his mass into me each time as, in synchronization, he lifted me up and down. My extra support allowing me to lean back, I did so, placing one arm around his neck, and the other under his arm, my hand moistly moving through the sweat of his armpit. My breasts flapped and clattered against my body, and his testicles did the same, slapping against my rear.

Soon he reached an all time high, driving into me faster than before, and as I felt myself nearing climax I closed my eyes and pressed my hand to my face, this hand which had done so much exploring in the preceding minutes, and allowed myself to become overpowered with the erotic scent of his testosterone, the driving chemical force of sex, and the sensation of his penis thrusting into me (the driving force of his body). I released my legs and leaned back as my climax spread through my body, every nerve turning itself inside out to deliver pleasure I had never known existed. My body went somewhat numb as his penis slipped out of me, and as he set me down I could feel nothing more than warm spurts of semen splattering against my bare, naked body.

I leaned back, not physically, but in my mind. I leaned back to a place I had never known existed, in the recesses of my mind. I leaned there and I stayed there. Why? Because I don’t want this moment to end. This, the greatest climactic moment of my life. My rational mind has not yet returned to me, but I know that when it does my senses will return to me, and I will remember who I am, and where I am, and I will have to return to life as it was before, the erotica long gone. I do not want that. So here I lie, awake with closed eyes. There are sounds around me, but I can not hear them. There are feelings to feel, butt hey are naught to me. The world is now as it should be and as I wish it to be forever. So still I wait.

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     I caught a plan to the country where he was now operating and, telling Anna that I expected to return with another girl, I  went off to my second “marriage”.

     Max said the girl was only twenty (a good long term investment, he declared) blonde, a stripper and in her teen-age years, a street walker. She had fucking customers at present.

     “Don’t worry, I had her checked out” Max said, meaning no STD’s and no police record that would keep her out of the country.

     “Did you fuck her?” I asked knowing the answer.

      “It’s on my expense sheet” Max replied.

     We went to the club where she was working. God! They paid peanuts! No wonder she whored. I thoroughly enjoyed her performance and her body way exquisite. She was a little taller and a bit slimmer than Anna, with very fair skin and upturned nipples. Her ass was appetizing.

     Max had her join us for introductions. Her name was Celia and I was very pleased with here bubbly personality too. She was astute enough to discuss some aspects of the deal with us in a forthright manner. She gave me a kiss at parting and promised to be at my hotel room at one the next afternoon.

     She arrived with Max, who, as previously, left for the hotel bar after giving me a list of phrases I could use to communicate.

     I kissed Celia as she entered, praised her looks and used my phrase list, to wit: “take off your clothes” and “show me your cunt”.

     She answered in her language but the message was unmistakably like “you’re a bad boy”, then she did it.

     After seeing her naked the night before, the wait had been too long to taste her pert tits and shaved pussy.  I feasted for a while and had her panting when I put her hand to my crotch.

     “Suck yes” she said and down she went. Celia giggled a little as she took her first licks. “Like yes” she said and got to serious sucking. I had decided not to use stay-hard for the first round; I wanted her to suck me off. Celia was thoroughly enjoying her work when I put her hand on my balls. She massaged and I shot my load in her mouth. She swallowed, jerked and sucked all I could give her.

     She wiped up a bit and we played until I thought my revival probable. Now, I’d use the stay-hard stuff. I meant to take a long ride in her saddle.

     Celia sucked me up and I bent her over the bed and fucked her from the rear. What a nice ass! I inserted a finger as I plowed her cunt. She didn’t have any reaction except a short gasp. Both holes took their pumping with aplomb.

     I moved her up onto the bed, put her on her side and fucked her sideways. I showed her my finger. “In your ass, yes or no?” I asked. “Yes, is good in ass” she replied. She got it.

     In a while I withdrew my finger, rolled her on her back and got on top. She bounced her ass lustily as I slammed my cock into her.

     “Good fuck! Good fuck!” she squealed, “I come!”

     She clamped on my cock and had a very vocal orgasm.  I let her recover a bit and told her to get on top and (after lube and a condom installation) put my dick up her ass.

     “In ass? Fuck ass?” she asked.

     I nodded, put her hand on my cock and got her into position. She obediently lowered her butt hole on it and began bouncing.

     “Oh, is big in ass!” she exclaimed. I fingered her pussy and got her to pick up bouncing speed. I kept her at that awhile then put her over on all fours, mounted and slammed her ass furiously. She squealed a lot when I spurted and averred that she’d climaxed too.

      I was satisfied enough to find Max. Though he was less than sober, the three of us finalized the deal. Celia would need a few days to prepare for our marriage and departure. Max took Celia home and fucked her.

     Max called me a little later.

     “I have a place for us to go tomorrow night” he said, “don’t jerk off, you’re going to want to be potent and keep a hard cock. Oh yeah, it’s going to cost you but you won’t mind”.

     I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t mind.

     “We’re going to a combination three ring circus and whorehouse” Max continued, “This place is secret and illegal but I know somebody. Let me do the ordering from the menu”.

     We approached a shop front in an industrial area. It was the only one with cars nearby.

     “Two for the eight o’clock show with escorts”, Max told the door goon and paid him.

     Two young girls about fifteen came out in scanty outfits and heels and took our hands. They led us into the arena with seats elevated on several tiers while on the floor there were three double beds.

     We were about ten minutes early for the show. Max told me about our escorts.

     “We haven’t paid to fuck them” he declared, “but they’re paid to suck and we can grope them. We can swap girls at any time too”.

     They led us to seats on the second tier (requested by Max). We introduced ourselves to the girls and I kissed my Zenna. When I squeezed her tit she popped it out of her bra for my continued attention.  She got tit and pussy play and my pants got loose.

     The show was about to begin. The announcer came out and asked us to applaud the performers as they were introduced.  One by one four scantily clad very young girls (perhaps fourteen) came out, did a strip dance to very bad music, sat on a bed and masturbated.  The last girl brought a box of sex toys with her.

     When all girls were naked on the bed, they began sexual interaction by pairs and with all four together, tonguing pussies, finger fucking and dildoing each other in all combinations and positions. One girl put a strap-on on and proceeded to fuck all the others then another girl took her turn and so on.

     “Like the show?” Zenna asked me and put her hand on my crotch to find a hardening cock, “Like some suck?”

     I answered yes to both. She put her head on my lap and got to work. God! I hadn’t had action from a girl that age since I was that age!  Max was getting blown too.

     The girls’ first part of the show was over. Applause, applause. The girls bowed as they were acknowledged. The announcer returned and introduced eight naked boys (a smattering of applause) who positioned themselves around the beds everyone could see some action. The boys were all bigger than the girls, perhaps sixteen or so.

     “My boyfriend’s down there now” Zenna whispered.

     Each girl had two cocks to suck and they proceeded to do it. In a minute the fucking started. Each of the girls had a cock in the pussy and one in the mouth. The girls were put in a variety of positions and the boys changed back and forth.

     I shot my load in Zenna’s mouth. She welcomed it and kept sucking.

     On the floor, the girls were moved into position for double fucking.  Some girls had their asses up and some down but every hole was fucked. Several times the boys withdrew to show distended assholes which got audience applause. The boys frequently traded fuck holes and kept at it until all cocks were spent. Many of the girls were splattered with cum and they all smiled and bowed for their final applause.

     “Have a good time?” Zenna asked.

        I allowed that I did and she was a great part of my fun.

     “Come some time when I’m down there” she said, “tonight was kiddies’ night”.

     I said I’d like that though of course I’d never be back.

     “You fuck me tonight?” she asked.

     Max interjected that we already had reservations, but would be glad to see these girls another time. Reservations? Max must have done that when I was distracted. The girls led us out of the arena and into a waiting room with several other men present. Max said I was about to have a memorable experience.

     Our names were called and (gasp) here came two of the young girls who had been in the show!  Mine was a little dark haired girl I guessed to be of gypsy extraction while Max got a cute little blonde. We had just watched these little girls take fairly large cocks in pussy and ass.

     I was a little uneasy about this adventure, but Max assured me that the girls were pros. They cheerfully led us to a room with one large bed.

     I asked the girls if they were able to take adults as sex partners without pain. They both enthusiastically averred that the liked big cocks.

     We were all quickly naked and after we groped the girls they sucked. They traded off sucking duties as Max had arranged that they both be available to both of us.

     “How you like fuck, pussy or ass?” my gypsy girl asked.

     “Pussy now, you on top now” I replied.

     I gave her some tit sucks and pussy licks and she lowered her cunt on my dick and began bouncing and squeezing her tits in ecstasy. In spite of all the fucking she’d had recently, her size made her a tight pussy/.

    In the meantime, Max was on top of the blonde and slamming her like an adult cunt.

     We continued in these modes until I moved my girl to her side, got over one leg and fucked her sideways. That made her squeal some and more when I probed her asshole.

     The blonde girl had been squealing since Max first plugged her.

     Max and I were both chemically preserved and we both brought our girls to climax yet retained rigidity. We agreed to swap.

     I put the blonde girl in a sixty-nine and she sucked with fervor. Max stood by the bed and had the gypsy girl suck while he finger-fucked both holes.

    Blonde girl was completely absorbed in sucking when I brought her up to fuck. She wanted me on top of her. Her more freshly reamed cunt was an easier initial entry than the other. I gave it to her pretty hard. She wrapped her legs tightly around me and squealed even louder. Max mounted the gypsy girl similarly and we gave the bed a good shaking.

     Blonde girl had a climax. We kissed; I sucked her tits and rose up. I put her legs on my shoulders and pressed my dick against her asshole.

     “OK in your ass?” I asked.

     “Yes, please fuck” She replied.

     Of course I didn’t have to ask. We’d paid for it. Though she’d recently had her ass fucked twice, she still wasn’t an easy entry for me. She never hinted that it wasn’t easy to take all I could give her.  “Good in ass” she squealed.

     Max rolled the gypsy girl over and opened her passage. The girls moaned, gasped and squealed a lot. I blasted my cum up Blonde’s ass and Max withdrew to fill gypsy girl’s mouth.

     After everyone caught their breath, both girls took sucks on both spent dicks.

     I asked Max how much more time we had paid for.  He reckoned ten minutes.

     I thought there wasn’t much we could do with that, but Max had an idea.

     He suggested letting the girls suck another couple on minutes, than we’d bend them both over the side of the bed and attempt any target until our time was up.

     We did and swapped targets initially. I tried gypsy girl’s asshole. My cock wasn’t strong enough to do much more than tickle it. Better luck with her cunt. Max made it into blonde’s ass and had her rock to cause friction. I could sense a little more strength and tried gypsy girl’s asshole again with more success and set her to rocking her butt.

     Our time was up. We kissed the girls, tipped them well and left.

     “Want to tell me about this place?” I asked Max.

     “I’ll write you a letter about it some time. You liked fourteen year old pussy and ass, huh?”

     Of course I did. Max dropped me at the hotel.

     My wedding day came with the flight home on the next morning.

      Celia had all her possessions ready or shipped, and looked gorgeous when we went before the magistrate. Max wasn’t going to fuck the bride (again) this time. I took her right to the hotel and kept her naked and mostly horny until morning.

                    To Be Continued